Writing

  • The Colours of Love

    Sun greeted Moon in the afternoon sky with a flirtatious splay of pink-golden mist. ‘Darling Moon. Have I mentioned, this summer eve, just how dearly I love you?’ Moon blushed. ‘No, Sun. You haven’t. But even if you had, I… Continue reading

  • Friends

    ‘Do you wanna high five, Ben?’ I asked, the two of us hanging about in the driveway; him clutching his bike, me just chillin’. Birds chirped. Cars were largely absent. Neighbours pottered in their yards, keeping to themselves. Then there… Continue reading

  • Ben

    It was gardening day. Ben stared me down with those eyes and told me he doesn’t like flowers. ‘That’s okay, Ben,’ I smiled. ‘You don’t have to like flowers. So. What do you like, then, hey?’ No response. You see,… Continue reading

  • Storytime

    ‘Look, Sun! The humans are telling stories again,’ said Moon as she picked through the glimmering blue ripples at her feet, sorting each loose shard into piles of keep or discard. ‘Oh goody! You know how I love storytime,’ said… Continue reading

  • Old Man

    The old man rolls out of bed at 9:45am, his silver hair dishevelled, his eyes at the watery edge of blue. He finds the girl on the couch. He says, ‘I just got back from my run and swim. I… Continue reading

  • My Tribe

    To my dear bloggy friends, I’m sorry it’s been so long since I checked in here with my actual voice. Truthfully, I’ve felt quite stuck in place, and really unable to move many places outside of the muddy waters of… Continue reading

  • Moon and The Magic

    Moon sat upon the edge of a cloud, dangling her feet in a manner of careless delight. ‘Sun?’ she said, as she casually tossed a star into the yellow of his shine. ‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun replied, careful to gaze at… Continue reading

  • Perfect

    It only took her an entire winter. But she finished it, eventually, without even glancing at the cupboard of unfinished things. There were wobbly patches and imperfections, but to the young boy, it was perfect. And, so, to her… it… Continue reading

  • Books and Reality

    I’ve had thousands of best friends and hundreds of mortal enemies. I’ve been married a hundred times and divorced a hundred times more than that, probably. I’ve had lovers aplenty, built homes, mucked stables…and all this time, I’ve insisted I… Continue reading

  • Let Them Come

    To the weary traveler of life: No wonder you are tired. You have been running for so long away from the dreams that chase you. Let them come. Let them fall into you and let the river have them do… Continue reading