Read

vodkablivion our newborn hearts are conker-sized strawberry red we feast at mother’s breast in an ocean of love and all the while our strawberry...

30 degrees and rising a long wait ahead for a replacement bus - ours overheated the sun is high and hot, energy sapping hot there’s a space on a...

this breeze, seeming slight might be calmness dying, a storm’s birth it could have come from Samarkand or been in Neanderthal lungs we all breathe...

These older eyes see a crusade at the food trough a spirit of young sparrows proudly feathered. An acquired hobby photo-watching birds as children in...

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Each Sabbath day – a time to praise, sing to the Lord, Most High; and think of all his work and ways, which fill my heart with joy. Your faithfulness I would make known (your thoughts are so profound), and tell of all the love you’ve shown; but fools don’t understand: …

pilgrimage during autumn's shortening days children hunt conkers for playground scrapes unpicked fruit rots on the trees leaves turn brown and me? I...

Waterlilies rocking in spacetime

A Sunday morning in a small town in the summer of 1970. Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons

On July 11, 2020 my Applehead Chihuahua dog passed away. Her name was Agnes. She was nine years old. I found her dead about 10:00 PM. I was about to...