
Swaying in Sea Change
Change is on my doorstep. She’s been there for some time, promising to push with gale force winds and flood the foundations if I don’t let her in. Continue reading Swaying in Sea Change
Change is on my doorstep. She’s been there for some time, promising to push with gale force winds and flood the foundations if I don’t let her in. Continue reading Swaying in Sea Change
In memory of my late twin brothers, who died five years ago at the young age of 13, I wrote this poem. I was visiting the Big Sur of California for the first time, tracing the steps of notable poets and novelists, and searching for healing during a writers retreat. Continue reading “Sur Angels”
So, here I am, starting a new blog, sitting at a brand new desk with all the frills. And though … Continue reading Talking to yourself in your sleep
August arrived on a cold and crisp breeze, Though an air of obligations loomed at its end, That’s when I … Continue reading To the North Shore: