Love

  • Darling Day 19. Moon River

      Moon River, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style some day. Old dream maker, you heart breaker, Wherever you’re going, I’m going your way.   Two drifters, off to see the world. There’s such a lot of… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 8. Darling Darling Music

    If words are the darling of my mind, then music is the darling of my soul. Today I remembered it. Just today. When I sat at the piano and sang my soul into the moment all around me. What darling… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 8. Darling Little Sugar Pot

    Meet my darling little sugar pot. I met this little darling in an op-shop, not too long ago, actually. Our eyes met, and that was it: love. Love so great, in fact, that I bought her despite the fact that… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 4. The Darling Moon

    What if The darling moon Fell in love With the Sun? Would two lights shine from the black? Or Would day-time drift the lovers into the open blue Where they would shine A single ray on a hill by the… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 1. Mister Darling Brown Eyes

    Mister darling brown eyes is not the darling of this post. He is not my husband. He is not my Son. He is not even someone I love or have ever loved. But. He is where all this started—this Darling… Continue reading

  • The Little Blog Of Everything

    This is an everything blog. A little bit of sugar, a little bit of spice. And, right now—like Forest and his many park-bench dwellers—you (the reader) and me (the writer) just never know what we’re going to get from this… Continue reading

  • The Aching Quiet

    The aching quiet. You’d know it, I’m sure. The moment something could have been said but wasn’t. The moment silence was filled with a smile, a giggle, a tear. That’s what I think the aching quiet is. An ache of… Continue reading

  • The Value of Kindness

    It was all I had ever wanted. A horse. Majestic and lovely, the only dream my little girl heart desired. Every week the library door would slide open and out we’d whistle, me and Mum, our bags heavy with books… Continue reading

    The Value of Kindness

  • When You Became the Sun

    I promised this virtual space of mine that I’d sprinkle some heart into it, and so grows this poem: planted from a memory, watered with love. I felt this introduction necessary because I am well aware that grief is an… Continue reading