Sleepless I dream a waking dream Awake, alert, and ambivalent I submit to the holy dark. I cough, therefore I am... awake, sitting up Steroids keep you awake did you know? Wheezing and coughing, while others snore I could write a song but it's been done before So I write and write and write some … Continue reading Sleepless →

Letter writing was such a normal part of my life, when I was a child, that I took it for granted. By letter writing, I don’t mean “Dear Sir/Madam” but those newsy, gossipy letters that you would pick up from the letterbox that had your name and address hand written on them. First you would … Continue reading The lost art of letter writing. →

She hesitates at the open door, looking inside. A blast of icy wind blows fallen leaves around her like an aura. They flutter and dance trying to catch tendrils of her long flowing hair. She is wrapped in a warm woollen cloak with a silver clasp, a smile teases her lips as her eyes search … Continue reading Kindness →

One side of the fence wild, overgrown, neglected, Reflection of my heart. This side, a tree full of buds promising life; A reminder, planted for a memory, Little sweet bursts of sadness... Not quite time for you to say your piece. This side of the fence the shooting bulbs, just green leaves. Life without fruit, … Continue reading Splash of yellow →

Moments that bring a lump to my throat are few and far between these days. The older I get, the more I need those moments. There is a cynical, weather-worn voice that raises its ugly head on days when I feel like life has crapped all over me again. I want to give in to … Continue reading The voice inside my head →

Life today is completely different and yet, it is the same.  I have always been amazed that I am still me.  My body has changed, my thinking has changed and developed, my level of experience, knowledge, wisdom, day to day common sense, all of these have grown and developed, but the ‘me’ inside all of … Continue reading Change →

When I was very young I noticed how particular people had their own sort of smell. Little boys, for instance, seemed to smell of stale cabbage and erasers while my best friend smelled like violets. My mother’s lipstick had an exotic, sophisticated scent that made me think of movie stars and dinner parties. It was … Continue reading The Scent of Life →

Thanks for joining me! She stood in the storm,and when the wind did not blow her away, she adjusted her sails. Elizabeth Edwards.