A beacon of wholesome warmth, Yolande was unflinching in her holding of me - from the early months of our pregnancy right through to the reluctant induction at 42+1 and the roaring battle that followed…
Read moreMy prayer is an altar.
My prayer is an altar. Strewn with colour & cold, Thoughts new & old, Copper & flowers & eggs & grief, It can hold it all. Pints heavy with beer, That time I broke your trust last year…
Read moreToday we celebrated the life of my precious Great Aunt Judy
A stalwart presence of strength & laughter in our family constellation and a guiding voice of support & encouragement throughout my life.
Read moreWhere I stop and you begin...
When she was pregnant with my mother, I existed in them both, a fleck of genetics & stardust, born through storms & blood like rust.
Read moreThe Fledgling
Sat outside in the rolling gardens in the hot evening dusk - I spot a tiny fluffy fluttering in the dirt beneath the huge shrub close by. I move closer. A tiny chick has fallen from a nest burrowed deep within the huge inner branches of the towering shrub.
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