It’s nothing new. Perhaps it’s happening more frequently now. Now that so many of the systems we’ve lived within for so long seem to be crumbling. A man or woman …
We Can Spare You
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I baked focaccia, fresh sprigs of rosemary from the garden pushed into the dough, and took a chunk to my neighbour. Some days later she appeared at my door with …
I know someone, not well, who has a smile that contains a lot of warmth. I pass him sometimes as I wander down the lane. He is driving out or …
The last of the strawberries came and went. Just in time, the blackcurrants ripened fat and juicy. As they were slipping away, the redcurrants blushed in hot embarrassment under the …
Have you ever come across a small, dead bird by the side of the road? And have you ever felt compelled to pick up his tiny, fluffy body and hold …
I was at my parents’ house along with my brother, sister, her husband and their twins, my nieces. We were gathered to celebrate both my brother’s and dad’s birthdays, which …
I wrote this poem maybe a year ago. I was too scared to share it for fear that it may be horribly misunderstood or appear in bad taste or be …
Though she was only five years old, people travelled from all around to visit the girl. Sometimes they walked for days from a neighbouring village to reach her, such was …
The yellow rose was blooming. Each morning I went to her to lose and find myself in her silken ruffles and heavenly scent. Elsewhere, somewhere beyond the garden walls, bloody …
The question of life purpose has been my life obsession. And though there have been many connected obsessions, the question of life purpose has always been the core driver behind …