I found 2021 a hard year in which to speak. Many days I felt I had lost my words, unable to complete sentences. I’d startContinue Reading
Head cycles – another poem
January 4, 2022
2 Ode 21
December 28, 2021Too many steps yet here is the end we longed for but thought would never come. Feet burned from the heat heels cracked fromContinue Reading
The puddle that thinks it’s a creek
December 18, 2021“Hey, how are you?” It’s Justine, my friend from Queensland calling to make Christmas plans. “You’ve got me in the middle of burning my motherContinue Reading
Black ants and driftwood, when writing means life
December 6, 2021Everyone wants to be a writer. And they should. Leading the dance of words across a page to create a picture that the reader canContinue Reading
Stop it, just stop it
August 25, 2021I’ve noticed, of late, actually scratch that, I’ve noticed for a long time the number of people who comment on images of their friends’ daughtersContinue Reading
This is grief, for now not ever
July 7, 2021I rock back and forth, arms pinned in close, left hand in fist on my sternum, right hand clasped over it. This is grief. ThisContinue Reading
The life of an adult child
August 25, 2020For six weeks in a languid summer four years ago, deep in the south of France, I lived a simple life in a medieval villageContinue Reading
Sugar coated grief is still grief, no matter how you coat it
October 5, 2017I returned to the place of my mother’s death today. A lone hospital room in neutral hues with a view of the blossom trees thatContinue Reading
Suicide, a 7 letter word with more than 13 reasons why
April 18, 2017This post is about suicide. It may trigger you or cause you distress. You have every right to look away if you think it willContinue Reading
What does he do? He lives in a lion’s heart
March 5, 2017Too often the first question from my friends’ lips, when I mention a new man in my life, is ‘what does he do?’ “He makesContinue Reading