by Charity Lee Jennings | Jan 30, 2021
A Promise To Myself It’s lockdowns and stay-cations and heartache. My family is on the other side of the world, and friends, who were once neighbours, are scattered around the globe unable to return to the place they call home. It felt strange to...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Nov 19, 2020
My Nest Weaving Grass, bits, leaves, twigs A home in high branches Life under wing, vulnerable Yet safe Pressing Pause I’m removed from nature in our ninth floor apartment, our nest in the sky, yet as I wrote I heard chirping. I rushed to the window....
