You know how it is when a footballer scores, the running, and knee slides, and kisses to heaven? That’s me, when your comments come in. A day later, it’s blown itself out. What stays is this. That your words, bright as November leaves, eddied in my head and settled in drifts in my heart. Like…
I’m trying to write. I’m reading the first post of my blog to prove to myself that I did it before, and can do it…
It’s that blue sky again, outside my window. The wall-to-wall blue that I can’t stop looking at. As still and solid and evenly blue as our daughter’s…
Fear passes from man to man Unknowing, As one leaf passes its shudder To another. All at once the whole tree is trembling And there…
I’m checking the News too often and spending too much time on Facebook. I keep on clicking ‘like’ and ‘love’, trying to keep the good things…
