'And they lived happily ever after ...'

Not long after my husband's death, I received a phone call from a charity organisation, offering me a calendar set. Swaddled in the coco...

Oh, my dear God, sweet Christ: who would believe this estuary of us - who is the river and who the sound of the sea? Longer than the count o...

Eight or nine days ago, one of my lovely nieces messaged me out of that place of mystery we intelligently call 'the blue'. "I h...

I often hear in my mind Mandela's words I once saw quoted - "It's not what you are given, but what you make out of what you hav...

This is another preliminary note that forms part of the story that has formed quite a few sort-of-poems telling the years. It says so much...