every morning i wake, i wake surprised. that life appears again with each opening of these eyes. that eyes arise with opening of each day. that when both close, all i’s fall away.
a Christmas passing
a Christmas passing travelling home on Christmas Day full hearts and bellies straining bush teeming on either side of this glistening snake of humanity from the front seat a few sighs and then the benevolent curtain of rain parts to let Great Uncle Tommy pass through *On Christmas Day last year my great Uncle Tommy passed away …
Flowers
I have had a new poem, Flowers, published in Deep Water Literary Journal. You can read it below, or go to Deep Water and enjoy some of their truly wonderful poetry, fiction, and art. The journal publishes “works which engage with the psychological and physical aspects of the darker side of the human condition.” Please take a look, and perhaps …
Rapture
I have had a new poem, Rapture, published in Deep Water Literary Journal. This fabulous new journal seeks to “become a haven for those who write about and produce artworks interpreting Darkness, whatever that may mean to the creator of the work”. Their first issue for the year is themed ‘Loss’ – it contains some fantastic artwork, fiction, and poems. You …
Manifesto To Myself
So, the dust must lie and the dishes sit, now is the time to write. I clear the house of children and husband and draw myself back to this – a pen, some paper and an internally inquiring mind (for that is how I still write, with much crossing out and scrawling and room for mental movement in all directions). Your money …