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Renee gives an overview of the book:

  Sensuality within these pages, as one would expect from the author of SEXIONS, but here jarring up against implacable death,  '...tender-skinned beneath this fatal sun'. Self-knowing without being self-regarding, glossaries internalised, seems that not even mortality can dampen Renée Sigel's delight in  -  I was going to say WordPlay - but that might make her pleasure seem frivolous, especially when I found myself carried along with her enjoyment - in exploring new angles, alternative meanings, juxtapositions - an I could almost taste her satisfaction in having got it right. And when Renee Sigel gets it right it stays written."   Sam SmithPublisher ,The Journal 
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  Sensuality within these pages, as one would expect from the author of SEXIONS, but here jarring up against implacable death,  '...tender-skinned beneath this fatal sun'. Self-knowing without being self-regarding, glossaries internalised, seems that not even mortality can dampen Renée Sigel's delight in  -  I was going to say WordPlay - but that might make her pleasure seem frivolous, especially when I found myself carried along with her enjoyment - in exploring new angles, alternative meanings, juxtapositions - an I could almost taste her satisfaction in having got it right. And when Renee Sigel gets it right it stays written."   Sam SmithPublisher ,The Journal 

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Postcards

 

when the sun dims

on this ageing universe,

the stars will still be whispering

stories they have heard us share

and tell of hills shaped from laughter

down which our games tumbled

into pillow fights of raucoud adoration

of hours spent in wordplay in the rain

and the drying out of poems in the afternoon sun.

 

How we teased the world with

irreverence, tumbling it up and down

chalked out squares of schoolyard hopscotch

and how we hid in the bushes

Tripping up critics with invisible string

as they came marching by

and onward to distant boardwalks of Dilemma,

Meaning having slipped out unseen, meanwhile,

to lunch elsewhere.... 

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This chapbook was written in dedication to my closest friend and a superb poet, Andrea Gardner, who committed suicide in 2006.

About Renee

I was born and educated in South Africa during the 'golden era' of Apartheid. I grew up somewhere between the stables, the stage and the dance studio. My young world was shaped by storytellers yet, I would never have considered writing at all had it not been for the enigmatic...

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