Fiction

  • Creative, Loving,Life

    I’m very aware of the rich soil of this place. How I am peeking through the soft earth, unravelling beautifully. How I am fully becoming myself. Over these past few weeks, I’ve been allowing myself to be as I am,… Continue reading

  • Purpose

    I’ve tried all the angles. I’ve felt all the rights and wrongs about what they say a writer should do, should be, should want…but I’m not like them. I want barely any of what they tell me I should want.… Continue reading

  • Super Mum

    She hides in the bathroom and cries. She places her palms over her ears and breathes into her belly. ‘Don’t wish it away. Such a precious age,’ she’s heard it a million times. She smiles politely. Tells them, silently, they’ve… Continue reading

  • Holidays and Summer Wind

    Australian summer and there I was, sipping a glass of wine beneath the gumtrees, wrapped in my best winter scarf and topped with a little woolen hat. The wind: shocking. It’s not unusual for the country town we’re holidaying in… Continue reading

  • Until They Remembered

    Sun fell upon the rocky shore, gazing at the children that played by the rock pools. Some of the children splashed. Some worked quietly together, laying stone upon stone until they’d made a grand and sparkling tower. Other children jumped… Continue reading

  • The Novel

    Two years ago, before the universe exploded everything around me, I began two very writerly things. One thing was this blog (and what an absolute gift this place has been to me. Writing and a beautiful little band of friends… Continue reading

  • On Writing

    I write a lot about real life events. Sometimes I connect to fantasy and spin a beautiful story from worlds that don’t exist, but often I write from a place deep within. A place of memory, but more than that.… Continue reading

  • Best Friends

    ‘Sun?’ ‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun dribbled out the corner of his frown, watching drearily as a group of star children skipped along a cloud. ‘When was the last time you laughed?’ ‘Umm…Oh, I can’t remember, Moon. Too long ago.’ ‘Sun?’ ‘Oh,… Continue reading

  • Lavender

    They used to meet in the meadow and gather lavender. How sweet it was to raise their faces and breathe. How sweet it was, just to be. Side by side. Alive.   Continue reading

  • The Apple Tree Of Everything

    This is the Apple Tree of Everything. You may pick only one apple, today. Hold it in your hand. Look at it. Really, look at this apple you have picked. To say it is red is hardly enough. There are… Continue reading