The Walk
It’s always a struggle just to get out of the house. There’s the desire to walk, and the need, and the opportunity. Then there’s the …
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The Lap
Is there anything quite as niceAs sitting comfortablyWith a cat on your lap? That gentle warmth and weightPressing you downTrapping you in place. The slow …
Of Mothers and Daughters
A forest path, damp after spring rains. The sky overhead a cornflower blue, speckled with soft drifts of cotton wool cloud. Sunshine filtering through tall …
Observations
I love to sit and watch the world go by, watch the people as they come and go, going about their business. It’s so much …
Anxiety
Me: Right, time to go shopping. Also Me: No. What? I said no. Not yet. But…. No. Okay, why? Just, not yet. I’m not ready. …
My Neighbour
A shrill cry eruptsAnd a heavy beat of wings thuds through the canopyAs the sea of white within the green and grey shifts above me …