Life Journey

  • Anyone

    I feel the truth only because of the false. A seeing beyond the faces of clowns. Play rolled in fear, don’t you see the squeaky carousel? They feel the brittle bones of life gone by and bleed again, but only… Continue reading

  • Each New End

    Life is a story I tell myself. And I daren’t tell it wrong for fear of the unhappy ending. But what is unhappy? And what is an ending if a beginning is found on the other side of each new… Continue reading

  • 1946

    He bought it in 1946 for six pounds, which apparently was quite the sum back in the day. He’s 92 and wonderful, my darling neighbour, Joe, I’ll call him. The gigantic relic of a dictionary was his. Now it belongs… Continue reading

  • My Garden Home

    If light though the trees is your wish, it is my wish, too. If a meadow awash with eerie shadow calls you, I am gone. Already beyond the boxwoods and sweet peas of my garden, home. Day 24. Somewhere over… Continue reading

  • Sunrise

    On this tired night, I know I have been blessed. And so it is I send a seed of this sweet day into the arms of the sorrowful. And I say to them: take this day and make it yours,… Continue reading

  • Remembered

    The words were simple. A question. A question of heart and soul. ‘If you could be remembered for one thing, what would that be?’ What would that be? And I knew I wouldn’t be remembered for the jobs I’d done… Continue reading

  • I Am This

    I have decided there is a way life should be, a way I should be. As a woman. As a mum. As a fictional character plucked perfectly from the sky of humanity. And I run and I run and I… Continue reading

  • Shadow

    In waking dreams I see the past and feel it waltzing me down a sweet, sweet road. Oh, darling days gone by. How lovely to feel you tickle my bones. How lovely to remember the depths that sang to my… Continue reading

  • The Window

    On days where rain settles on the window, I look to the future with dusty eyes. How does one peer beyond the droplets there? How beautiful can the horizon appear when my eyes are glazed with the muck and haze… Continue reading

  • Wherever I May Go

    Life and her currents. I feel them like tears in my bones. And all I can do is let the river run, let the stream carry me wherever I may go. Through the high clouds of white. Through the deep… Continue reading