The Perfect Summer Read
“What are we meant to do?” My children’s upturned little faces are vaguely outraged. “Walk,” I say. “Swim. Cycle. Scoot. Explore. Emigrate. Be at one …
“What are we meant to do?” My children’s upturned little faces are vaguely outraged. “Walk,” I say. “Swim. Cycle. Scoot. Explore. Emigrate. Be at one …
The neighbourhood is quiet. It’s Saturday afternoon, and the big game is on. Everyone is inside, watching. I walk the streets with my dog, Aussie. …
This year,I will Set aside time tostare out the windowand wonder why my headis full of nothing Open my heart to all inspirationand waitwith widespread …
Tears don’t swallow me whole anymore. They just kiss methe way you do. Salt lingers on my skinfor a while. Then gone,the way of waves, …
I always get lost. I planned to spend the day in Chartres. Leaving early and giving myself lots of time I grabbed my pre-paid tickets, …
My words are likePaper airplanes They’re only perfectbeforein that blank, white space I line up the edges soso carefullyI don’t know whythey go a bit …
My coffee isn’t hot enough. This always happens, they see a kid order a coffee and they think if they make it hot, I’ll burn …
I’d rather endureall of the sadnessthan remain Unknowing.Bring me back,hold me. Together in the spacesbetweenwisdom and light.Steer me away from grey waters,with depths unclear.Keep me …
My eyes adjust to the sun shining through the green branches above me, the smell of cedar and pine needles fill the air around me, …
A favourite dessert, described from the dessert’s perspective The redheads all tumbled into the oval, jostling against the walls, smooth like a pie dish. Its …