January 22, 2026
In our official wedding photo, my Prince Charming grins at the camera. He wears a white tux with satin accents and bell bottom trousers.
January 10, 2026
Well before dawn on Sunday, there was a call coming up the stairs, growing closer and louder, “Who’s a skier?” Then a not too gentle knock on the door — BAM BAM BAM. And another call, retreating down the stairs, “The car is leaving in 15 minutes…”
August 18, 2025
**Trigger warning: death and loss of loved one.** Iris, leaves of red, yellow, goldfall ground-ward, carpetingdew-wet grass, where autumnwalks in her season. Iris, huge white flowersappear […]
April 27, 2025
You dig deep, flip through snapshots of memories to find me. I'm here, cut from the same dough as people you know now. I'm in their eyes…
April 24, 2025
**Contains Trigger: Child Death.** Tara paused and looked at the photos along the staircase wall, feeling the waves of joy and pain crash through her. She allowed herself to look at them afresh, giving in to those feelings after so many days and months of avoiding them.
April 9, 2025
Crystal pearly waves kiss my feet.
Some pebbles roll on the sandy beach,
some move away in watery waves.
March 12, 2025
She always ignored these intrusions, but in the most recent dream she looked up and snapped, “Go away!”
March 4, 2025
We walk to the parapet wall, gazing at the white clouds as they form fantastic shapes and rainbow sunset stripes over the sea and the mountain range beyond.
February 25, 2025
This is the Pacific, raw and authentic, with its animalic, predatory eyes and paws ready to pounce. The people here learn the lessons of evolution in the face of adversity.
January 16, 2025
It was 2008. I was exhausted, traveling solo through the country, tired of airports already, and had only just begun this adventure. But there you were, […]
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...
September 1, 2024
As I pulled out the GPS, memories surfaced of Nat navigating the streets of New York decades earlier. Navigating the streets of every country we’d travelled in. He always used to say he carried maps in his head and if he needed to find the right direction, he simply lifted his mind above the car, looked down on the streets and visualised the right route.