December 21, 2024
There are respitesfrom the Awful Rowing.The brush of an infant’s hairagainst my cheek.The breath-taking beautyof my daughter whenshe first awoke – yellowcurls, rosy cheeks, crystalblue eyes. […]
December 20, 2024
A favourite Christmas eve memory,from child to adulthood,was the stirring in the largecream bowl, the ingredientsof the Christmas pud. Mum loved this moment,all hands on the […]
December 17, 2024
A frozen time brings hush and heavy snowto fall over the silver fir;to love Christmas, to be snowed upwhile singing hymns of faith–no bees to fly […]
December 14, 2024
Let’s take a moment to pauseand think of poor, old Mrs. Claus.She once was lively and youngand had difficulty holding her tongue.At times she herselfwas quite […]
December 12, 2024
Our memories are fickle thingsthat time disintegrates;we’re left with snapshots that we stringtogether, weaving lace. The tightest loops play back with ease,releasing dopamine,evoking whiffs of deli […]
December 11, 2024
When I was littleLike the little ones here todayI used to wish that Christmas was everydayCouldn’t wait to see what recitation I had to sayAnd the […]
December 1, 2024
Come, snow!Dance across my window and carry my soul to the heavens.I am so tired of this fight andneed the feel of lace and sweetness across […]
November 28, 2024
My gratitude flows free this morn,for blessings doth abound;from grandparents to babies born,familial love surrounds. An open ear or warm embrace,a laugh or helping hand;we all […]
November 15, 2024
Our final special issue of 2024 is here – an issue inspired by submissions discussing this challenging topic of domestic violence. Within its pages you’ll find […]
November 5, 2024
My friend lives among numbers. They stand at her door in unwavering lines
guarding and guiding her time. She knows every date in the history book...
November 2, 2024
Faint music blends with a disembodied ringing of a phone and conversations too low to make out a white noise
October 28, 2024
Jane made a wish that was big as the stars, on the day that the Golmyrie passed by her town. The wish was for Father to make it back whole, and Jimmie and Ted too (if God would be kind). Jane’s wish never came. But the Golmyrie did.