Watching Me
Four in the morning, I’m leaving for the airportIn the mirror I see you standing at the doorWatching me,crying My eyes feel the prickle fromthe …
Tag: loss
An Unwelcome Visitor
The well-groomed visitor offered a practiced smile. “Good morning,’ he almost sang, in a rehearsed tone. ‘I’m here today to share with you the good …
The Boat
A little wooden boat bobs restlessly in the inky sea. The starless sky offers no relief. Blackness descends and closes in. A figure in the …
Alex’s Song
We are gliding along in our car in mid-Spring, travelling through the green, rolling countryside of rural Victoria. I have my musical choices playing through …