Broken branch, leaves turning russet as they shrivel and die It lies barely a foot from the mother source from which it has fallen A tall healthy tree, swaying in the breeze I guess we all need our roots to breathe Some humans are not so very different What to hold onto And what to […]
I wonder what the lost things feel as they wait for me to find them? Lost things don’t know they are lost, they just think we left them in this “very safe place”. Do they still feel treasured, confident in our love? Do things have a consciousness? No, probably not, but they are full of […]
Have you ever said to yourself “I wish I could just cut off my head, lose my ever thinking brain, and then I would be peaceful” We suffer more often in imagination than in reality Seneca “Why don’t you just live with yourself” yelled my youngest son at his sibling, years ago. He was trying […]
When Winifred Gallagher was diagnosed with a particularly aggressive cancer, she decided not to let the diagnosis, or the disease take over her life. Instead, Winifred began what would become a powerful practice. Focusing her attention on the good things she experienced throughout the day and tolerating – but not paying the cancer (and its […]
The umbrella dances to the song of the rain Up and down, open and closed as the showers pass intermittently Delicate wire frame strung beneath the lightest of covers My fingers hover gentle, I don’t want to break it Both strong and fragile simultaneously Fine bones and beak spring to mind As when I handled […]
Every day we enter the virtual world through our screens – some spend more time here than others. Even if you have no social media accounts, where do you bank and shop or just ask a question, look up a map? How are you reading this? The virtual world – where does it begin and […]
Outside the sky is polished silver Thunder ripples Sky gongs bonged to call distraction to attention My brain is grinding words slowly Granular meaning, awkwardly applied The plumbing is rusty from lack of flow Many are discarded Few make the cut My dog jerks at another roll of thunder I murmur words of distracted comfort […]
I’m refining. I prefer the word refining to minimising. The latter feels like I am eroding my pile of belongings whilst the former hints at perhaps, using better judgement to choose what remains. Writing, as a craft, is a little like the acquisition process. Eventually, after years of choosing far too many words and then […]
How often as a woman Do we bake for just ourselves? Dreaming of biscuits and taking ingredients from the shelves Piling them in a bowl with a smiling sort of hum And mixing them together Before Sliding them out, all warm and crispy brown Heavenly scented, a little treat Made just for ourselves With love […]
Tie a word to a phrase knot the phrase to a string Already it begins, the unravelling Emotions free to float blow away in the wind People who don’t write I’m not sure how they breathe With all of the darkness, they can never set free Muffled and buried they throw back a drink Eat […]
