Memory

  • She Remembers

    How my soul asks to be held. How she breathes the cotton thoughts of yesterday through the trees as she remembers. Continue reading

  • A Story

    It smells like a roast but it feels like a story of love, of a garden, and of home. Continue reading

  • A Silver Breath

    I have craved your whispering goodness. I have known your shadows deep. And here we sing to a tender memory of scattered and tumbling diamond dust. A silver breath of life incomplete.     Continue reading

  • This Sack Of Potatoes

    It’s a beautiful memory. Six-year-old me. Bundled in a blanket. Mum hoisting me into the air, swinging round and about and back again. ‘This sack of potatoes is SO HEAVY!’, she jollied, as she wobbled me up the porch steps… Continue reading