He kindly agreed to drive her to the station, despite the early morning shadow fog. His weathered hands grip the steering wheel as he peers short-sightedly into the gloom. She should have insisted on driving herself - just how much can he actually see? She strains her eyes for him and watches the road in … Continue reading Bambi
Do toes remember sunshine? Do they wake up each morning & say, whilst half-asleep & under layers of duvet, remember that summer of sun & sea & salt on our skin? Do they long for the heat & warmth & light that seeps gradually, irresistibly, into sinews & bones? Do they say, enough of socks … Continue reading Sunshine Toes
Jubilant palm leaves, Waiting for his feet to tread over. Watch them cheer! A dying King waits for you to sing his death song, Carrying a cross. You remember this, Stuck in traffic waiting for the lights to go green.
Reflections on Writing and Friendship Your plan for today was to write hard and fast, Control, seize and capture the words that would last the test of all time, beyond human recall, Instead you are daydreaming and your fingers have stalled. ‘Remember this moment!’ she loudly declared, ‘What moment?’ You ask her whilst climbing … Continue reading A Moment of Swans