Samhain

Samhain

I like to follow the wheel of the year which stops to notice the changing of the seasons and phases of the solar and lunar cycles, beautiful micro rituals on our journey around the sun. Samhain is celebrated around the 31st October. Time of shadows where distorted...
Roots

Roots

Roots     In so many ways my roots barely touch the ground. My whole body mass pressing down onto the soles of two small feet. Occasionally the root of my body and spine ease onto a sofa. But night is when most of me touches you. Yet even then I am swaddled....
The word ‘Mum’

The word ‘Mum’

The word ‘Mum’, which is a noun has somehow become defined only ever as a string of verbs, or at best, adjectives as if, pretty, feisty, tired, hot, could cover it. as if all Mums’ are comprised of, is the sum of all the partsof the actions of the...
Portals

Portals

Poems are like portals. Someone draws a circle in the air. The circumference fizzes like a sparkler and we cannot look away. Portals draw us in. What lies beyond is in the eyes of the reader, the hearer. Writing is like waiting for a portal to open up, large enough...
Recall

Recall

when asked to recall a moment of joy I rewind to this young hearts, bright eyes youthful legs entangled over the sofapyjama bottoms and painted toes inhaling take away left oversthe way our bodies melted,resting, safe,mouths and ears full of chatter and nonsensein...