Jodie EastwoodinBlue Sea WritersShepherd’s Fete.I was a happy farmer. Before. I can’t place the defining moment. The moment I was abducted. It was slow.Jun 2, 20211Jun 2, 20211
Jodie EastwoodinBlue Sea WritersWhat happens to Reluctant Writers.She wasn’t enamoured by artists. Unpractical, slovenly, dramatic. A precocious vocation to make sense of things. Nonsense.May 6, 20212May 6, 20212
Jodie EastwoodinBlue Sea WritersTạm Biệt Mực — Goodbye MickI’m walking light, nothing pulling me along.Mar 3, 20211Mar 3, 20211
Jodie EastwoodinBlue Sea WritersCovid-19 Celebrations“Lock-down rules! The world’s gone mad, and so have we!”Feb 3, 2021Feb 3, 2021
Jodie EastwoodinBlue Sea WritersThe 11th hourA red dragon china teapot lay upon it, with a matching cup, a red candle and an incense holder with a burning stick.Jan 6, 20216Jan 6, 20216
Jodie EastwoodinBlue Sea WritersPostcardsIt would be better once I got rid of the rug.Dec 4, 20201Dec 4, 20201
Jodie EastwoodinBlue Sea WritersBinocularsHer father tickles her. She laughs and is distracted.Nov 4, 2020Nov 4, 2020