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The Passage of a little salmon (2015 Archive)
This is one of many posts that was lost when I migrated my site in 2016. This post was originally published on 5 August 2015. Like the salmon, I am fuelled by an instinctive mission that, in reality, seems impossible to achieve, but ever faithful about my safe passage upstream. ~ Bianca Bowers I cannot aptly describe the heady mix of emotions that blossom when an author receives her first shipment of freshly penned books. It is the crossover moment from intangible to tangible; the architect standing at the feet of a 3-dimensional building having pored over 2-dimensional drawings for months or even years. It is an achievement that induces…
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Hummingbird Heart (Poetry Reading)
Hello friends, I will doing a Poetry Reading every Friday from one of my four books. You can subscribe to my YouTube channel to see this, past and future readings. SUBSCRIBE TO BIANCA’S YOUTUBE CHANNEL
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Love Is A Song She Sang From A Cage
Dear Readers, A revised version of my poetry book, Love Is A Song She Sang From A Cage, is now available as an Ebook on all platforms. If anyone is interested in reviewing this book, please contact me for a free review copy at: contact [at] biancabowers [dot] [com] Thanks for supporting my work, and please enjoy the samples below… CLICK HERE TO BUY FROM AMAZON DISTANCE The distance grows impossibly I cannot communicate in monosyllables anymore I would not love the ocean if she were shallow and I cannot love you like this so I will stop like a hurricane before its death shut this silliness like…
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Belonging
I have wrestled with the concept of belonging for many years. Since leaving my South African home at age 23, I have been singled out as not belonging. In NZ, in the UK, and now Australia. And I guess it bothered me enough to write about it endlessly and withdraw into myself on enough occasions. Then, a few years ago, I met up with a journalist who was writing about her own explorations into belonging. We drank our herbal teas and shared experiences instead of chocolate cake, and it was enjoyable enough to say we’d stay in touch. But somewhere between saying goodbye and driving home, I had an unexpected…
