One of my hobbies is writing, which I have been practising for nearly 20 years.  I have been lucky enough to see my work published from time to time.  I once belonged to a community of fine writers, and now friends, who shared this past time.  I find I need a place to write again and show my work, or not – when  my links were broken (I posted just for me as it turned out).   It was a place to commit to and not abandon something I quite enjoy. Something I can play with, develop and nurture.  As this is my first blog, do not expect the garden to fully blossom and not all in one season… or be typically bloggy.

I also like to try and raise awareness and money for a good cause, namely breast cancer, and because I am a survivor of that, I am always willing to give something back and to Cancer Research UK.  These past years had stirred my passion again for Conservation, and I  created a section within my blog for that, occasionally  joining forces and writing articles and poetry for an up and coming blog called the Dodo Express.

My goal remains the same today, to fill these pages and create new ones; that was challenge enough for me at a time when I lost another love of my life that was my dad.  He was a brilliant gracious, loving man.  He was an engineer, physicist, scientist, teacher, inventor and all round good egg.  I miss him greatly.  I needed to stay focused on something and, even though there were times when I thought I was done with this beast, I got urges to write.   Good or bad, I will take it ‘As it Comes’.  He urged me not to give this up.  Here I am.  I don’t take myself seriously, and am in awe of the incredible energy diffused around me in this community.

My blog is also dedicated to my late mother for reading, always reading. ‘Please write some more, and then you can go to sleep. You are a painter of poetry,’ she said.  I don’t know about that.  I just try to write!  When she died, I stopped writing for my novel at chapter 6. She was not there to read its progress or comment, so it got lost…

There is no order to my method or distinct canvass for my pictures…I just hope to belong to a world of only art.   Our world today is fraught and unhinged at times, so I just pick some colours and mix…

Anita M Kulkarni Nabonne

“When I despair, I remember that all through history
the ways of truth and love have always won.
There have been tyrants, and murderers,
and for a time they can seem invincible,
but in the end they always fall.
Think of it–always.”

~ Mahatma Gandhi

Recent publications:

Winamop online Magazine- 6 poems

Ambidextrous, Art, Alabaster, Stairway to…….., Fatigue, Retro, Marionette.

Fiction Magazine- Romance  A short story, ‘Till Death Us Do Part’

Dodo Express – A Man-Made Extinction: Shark Fin soup, Anybody? ConservAction, A Grim Fairy tale.

I am not a silent poet – Lost Cities of Syria, Where are all the White Roses, Syria – Face in the Crowd

Praxis Magazine – Hearts of War, War baby, Splitting the Atom… Bomb. (Poets for Peace collaboration).

If you decide to follow me, thank you.  I would ask that you check your notifications since I tend to find WP does not automatically switch on all those blogs we have chosen to follow, and I am left wondering why I don’t see the stuff I like, similarly you might just forget me.


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