Assume the worst, and hope for the best? I’m not sure… Continue reading Assume the worst

It’s beautiful place. Is there danger here? Continue reading The canyon

Cats do not deny themselves delicious soft and furry stillness. They saunter into the patch of sun, curl up, and deliciously enjoy their rest. Continue reading Chasing my tail

Now, home feels like calm early mornings when I’m the only one awake, but the flat is full of my silent sleeping loved ones… Continue reading Home feels like

Barefoot and barely dressed I’d reach up on tiptoes to grab a bowl, then run out across the gravel and under the trellis that held spider webs and a rose bush covered in fragrant buds just about ready to pop… Continue reading Huckleberry pie

Home was wisps of wood smoke escaping from the fireplace that heated the house in a comforting but uneven way. If my mother’s childhood was cold, she made up for it with the roaring fires she built and tended… Continue reading Pea soup and wood bugs

Marbles are a genre; they’re all colourful glass, round and smooth; except those ones that get pock-marked and chipped by rough and tumble child love… Continue reading Marbles

When I was a kid, this made no sense to me at all. Why would you want to just go sit somewhere with somebody? The question was what were we going to PLAY… Continue reading Come over for a coffee

John gets under the load, and he lifts. He does it without being asked and without requiring the accolades that I request for each crumb of domestic labour that I do. Continue reading John

She woke up at six to run across the road each morning and swim in the black ocean in the morning before the sun had even risen… Continue reading Cold black water