Guest Post – Heather Grace Stewart and her Writing Spaces

Under the cool shade of our gazebo, everything around me sparkles in the summer sun.

A pair of blue jays appear deep in conversation, at rest atop our backyard fence.  They're eyeing our fat orange tabby cat; perhaps discussing if he's any real threat (he's not). Their chatter, my cat's haughty meows back to them, a crow's call, the wind rustling through the leaves of these old oak trees —this is the white noise behind my poetry.

My favourite place to write,' writes Heather, 'and, when I look...