Why write this blog?
October Evening
We share this warm October air with picnickers badminton nets and the treat of strangers’ laughter; and the flapping of spare canvas as the sailing school tack neatly around the last buoy. Race complete the dozen craft sweep home, a colourful raft of sails atop lozenge-like hulls, each with one or two crew and each … Continue reading October Evening
Watch Out
My watch of twelve years ran out of ticks We left it in the garage window hoping the sun would revive its solar heart and there it stayed face to face with time royalty unmoved. I have meant to buy another but these days watches are jewellery or else Bond-like devices that answer seven purposes … Continue reading Watch Out
Wordless Wednesday
I’m Here
I’m where my voices led me, I’m exactly here accompanied by their soundtrack; their keening fear I have challenged them and won at various times but they soon start up again, their endogenous whine. The truth is, they’re an indelible part of me woven in, as sure as salt is meshed with sea. And without … Continue reading I’m Here
Summer
This is what I remember: forty degrees and a Halloween glow at 6pm; we took our children up Mt Ainslie to see a city under siege - the sewer brown smoke bloodying the sun. The lake dread gold, Tolkien's Smaug unleashed summer ashes raining Written for dVerse's Monday Quadrille "Ash"
Monday Portrait
Silent Sunday
Richard
He tells me how he’s divorced but it trails off. He mutters about “a lot of silly things” and I walk on face turned to the breeze not watching him ache. He was born in the same hospital as Spike Milligan - a claim to fame. We chuckle in our masks the hill making us … Continue reading Richard
The Matriarch
(a hen) she is black in the way that a green flame burns black and in the way a night sky is radiant and on her breast flecked feathers, fringed with fawn slip against each other seductively in the garden she steps onto a brick, extends a scaly claw behind her and each wing downwards, … Continue reading The Matriarch
