In Memory
4 years ago, I sat there next to the bed. Surrounded by family. We held hands as we watched and…
How romantic is the storm.
The sky hidden, a veil of gloom and fog hovers above, smothering and oppressive. Leading to headaches and anxiety and…
A Simpler Time
The smell of diesel lingers long after the little rusty green boat has left. A single file of people walk…
the roses bloomed
The roses bloomed. I had brought them back to life. For years believing myself to have black thumb. I never…
The Turn
This year, summer is slow to pass. A gentle turn of the seasons is underway as the weather transits from…
The Return
Coming back is somewhat like sitting in an old armchair. It’s perhaps not quite as comfortable as you remembered, but…
food for thought.
There are many new shades of green at the moment. I see them in the fields and on the rolling…
olio
Late October we gathered together in community around thousand-year-old trees. On this bright Saturday morning, to kick off the start…
Wino
The girls did not go to school today. Instead of class room lessons we thought it better for them to…
An Old Town
The sky was a neon tangerine. A sulphurous glow spreading steadily, like cancer, across the horizon; highlighted by hints of…