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  • A little Girl and the Energy of Innocence

    The little girl stood small behind the temporary fencing. Park closed, the sign said. I couldn’t tell you how her heart might have felt at that moment, but my heart ached, that is for certain. She stood beside a man,… Continue reading

  • Healing

    My soul wanted to write. The little bird she is, warm in hands. Just wanted to breathe, wanted to send her soft song into the loud, loud world. I’m lazing by the fire, once again: a little girl’s shame in… Continue reading

  • The Midnight Train, and All The Possible Now Moments

    I am reading the Midnight Train, by Matt Haig and it is mind bending in the best possible way. Of course, there is a sweet little love story, which…well, I cannot resist the loveliness of that. But there are also… Continue reading

  • The World Was Right When I Cried At The Sky

    I set the twigs down, and some logs cut from two of our past Christmas trees. I sawed them to bits yesterday, when I needed life to be more. I often need life to be more. Perhaps thats why I… Continue reading

  • dark night

    I used to write about happy things. Beauty. Joy. I used to turn bad things into good things, until I realised I wasn’t doing myself any favours. You can’t change a bad situation if you keep dressing it in glamorous… Continue reading

  • Good

    I’ve been doing the dishes by candlelight, not because it’s dark, but because the candles make me feel something. Our dishwasher is broken, and I’m amazed to say I’m pleased. The candles take me home. The swirling of soapy water… Continue reading

  • Mozart

    I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole. While doing the dishes the other day, I stumbled upon a documentary about Mozart. It was so wonderful, I’m still down the hole, digging. Digging for more knowledge. Digging for wonder. And actually…digging for… Continue reading

  • Light

    It’s not an accident that my body sings. Rings, like a tuning fork bashed, dipped into a river to ripple the fish to sleep. Light. What is it all for? A nervous system shedding its scars. A river sending them… Continue reading

  • Just As I Am

    I’d like to say I’ve landed elegantly on the other side of Kid Lit Vic, but it’s not so much like that for a fluid soul, like me. There have been tears, and there will be more. I couldn’t be… Continue reading

  • Starlings

    I needed a bird name for my story, so I googled: common birds of London during war time. Starlings was the answer. I couldn’t think of a more poetic bird name to include in a story. There is a week… Continue reading