Where it Began

An urgent flurry. Words like a flower crown sit lightly. Or encircle and susurrate, make a fevered clutch in the heart, a rush of fire over the skin. I have this. I am this.   A fall into interior depths, loveless arterial passage, where sustenance is absent. Hedge maze of unanswered questions leading to where … More Where it Began

Blue Note

Jacqueline was the pretty one. Everyone said so. On Saturday mornings, the two girls went shopping for their mother. The fishmonger, the baker and the grocer. Teresa peered through the glass of the Tudor shop fronts—the window displays of buttons made into the shape of a lady at the haberdashery and the glass bowls of … More Blue Note

Turning Empathy Inwards

“If someone comes along and shoots an arrow into your heart, it’s fruitless to stand there and yell at the person. It would be much better to turn your attention to the fact that there’s an arrow in your heart…” Pema Chödrön People’s hearts are punctured early. A parent knows when their child is upset straight … More Turning Empathy Inwards

The Space

She carved a space beside the left ventricle. It was cramped and dark, almost airless. But she kept it there over passing months. She kept it tidy, placed flowers to stop it from closing over. The heart, she realised, was like the weft and weave of a rug. The people came and sewed themselves into … More The Space

The Writing Dog

He is ever alert to the sounds of her. Footsteps upstairs might mean she is coming. She may yet share the couch with him. He will lay his nose on her leg and sigh, tail thumping the upholstery in a contented rhythm. On frost-laden mornings she greets him and lets him out. He hears the … More The Writing Dog

A Gift

Tania wasn’t sure why she’d kept it. A round mirror with a gold bevelled edge, the glass curved. Her touch was hesitant as she removed the wrapping, half expecting him to materialise, or be reflected in the surface like a messenger from the past. He had given it to her near the end, when they … More A Gift

The Luminary

Bessie crouched in the bushes at the top of the paddock. Kangaroos grazed nearby, a joey peeked out of his mother’s pouch as she nosed the grass. The sky was a pale blaze, grey blue with the menace of heat. The house was below, its slate roof dotted with patches of moss, like countries on … More The Luminary