When the Earth was very young, on a river flat in a glade between stands of fir trees, Punce Nin began digging. Stubby fingers raked at soil among strips of fragrant green. His nose twitched. His hand made contact with something, encircled the shuckable globe of it. He examined it, brushing away dirt and his … Continue reading The Onion
Walk with me through a year of days: past the seasons, racked and in colour order. Fabrics from silk to hessian, from linen to barbed wire… neatly folded and put away. See how we wore it all, you and I, on this crazy limping catwalk, with sun and stars as our audience. We felt intimately … Continue reading 2021
i feel fast. rage, hurt, unfairness. but knowing how to react or even the reasons for the feelings is slow like digesting a heavy meal, and then when the evolution from snap feeling to reasoned argument occurs, i am lost as to what to do with my reasoning. people don't like it when you track … Continue reading Hare & Tortoise
I sit, warmly blanketed, in a bland room. The dim light on the wall opposite is an assault on my closed eyes. There’s no clock and no windows. The air conditioning hums loudly for intervals and then cuts off. My eyes water but I don’t raise a hand to brush the liquid away. Sometimes I … Continue reading PET Scan
Today I went for my first walk since the surgery. I put on my new earrings and the holding-hands ring that my dear friend gave me before I went into hospital. I felt presentable and almost myself. The walk wasn't long but it had rained and the sun was leaning deeply into afternoon. The autumn … Continue reading Anew
May has arrived. I watch the trees light up in their flaming pre-sleep cacophony. Our May pole, in the southern hemisphere, is the downward spiral of unbridled leaves sifting to the wind-skittered piles below. The children do not hold ribbons, but duck and fling, fingers stretched to the sweet blue sky, or scuff noisily through … Continue reading May #TheChangingSeasons
Waiting rooms are the assigned place for this hideous hobby but it's inescapable. And once you’re signed up, you don’t choose when to jump off the hobby train. Not after this appointment and maybe not for years. In the community, you won’t recognise the people are who are waiting. They will be in the dappled … Continue reading Waiting…
Out of the Cave 