Final Ships Will Never Sink

Sometimes it’s so easy to think of time as a straight line, the way history is a river, moving through from birth to death. As we get older we see those we knew and loved leaving us and this world…

Keeping Memory Sacred

In the face of change and loss, sometimes it is best to let some things stay locked away as they were in a chamber of your heart, so they may still nourish your soul…

Volume

via Daily Prompt: Sound He always liked the television turned up too loud, so loud I  know the maximum volume is ’50’ and that the bar turns red, like the blood from his lungs that gathers in tissues, scattered across the small flat.   Hearing him try to cough out proliferated cells makes me want to […]

War Child: Part 1

Discovering the truth about family history can be upsetting, especially when other members don’t agree with the history. How can we overcome victim shaming and our inherent bias to deny the possibility of these awful realities?

The Promise of Snow

While change is perhaps the only consistent feature in our daily lives, when we step back we can see that our lives will often tend to find uniform rhythms that can prevent us from growing…

Nuclear Winter

Detonate The world is frozen, and the novelty of snow has not yet worn off, that strange, three dimensional crunch as the boy takes each step onto its surface. Nor the way it refuses to melt in his ungloved hand making him wonder if his skin is frozen and he doesn’t realise it.   The sun is not…

Phantom Limbs

Clockwork bees, hedgehogs and heartbeats are the metronome that defines the slow days and wearying nights. The days are long and hot, sunflowers droop in the summer heat, and daily trips to the forest provide a place to escape from the oppressive heat, the volume of the television and the fragile tension as the spectre…

How to Remember

Adrift Tobacco jostles with wheat fields crisp green vineyards run in parallel lines across the first tentative hills. A village, clustered around a church steeple, -space- then another village.   Low footpaths embedded with limestone gravel Grass – darker green and shimmering everywhere – can this be home to a long distant stranger Thin narrow valleys winding up…

A Chapel in the Grass

via Daily Prompt: Qualm Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened. Dr. Seuss   This is the routine now, yet every day is a construct of tensions that remain fresh in your heart. The days are long now, filled with a silence that hovers between a cascading polyphasia and meditative calm. Whatever a…

Hibiscus

The trees are taller, but only a bit, I think. Then realise I am taller too but the garden is almost the same, yet something has changed — the Hibiscus is gone, as is my uncle who first showed me its flower, told me it lives for just one day. Now I wonder how a blossom achieves so much In a…

424 ways to reconcile with Eternity

via Daily Prompt: Temporary Step into the forest and see the little sign on front of the two towering pines that dominate this ruinous forest. It tells you that this forest was planted in 1911, lichen obscuring the flaking paint. Next to it a new plastic sign notes that the area is being closed due…

Fighting Storms

via Daily Prompt: Control From the window the sky is streaked with leaden amalgam of water and dust, the still air now replaced with gusts that push the trees into contortions, an unwilling ballerina each of them driven into new positions, no time for a warm up. Look across and realise that my umbrella is…