It doesn’t matter how much imagination or empathy you’ve got, sometimes it’s hard to know what something feels like til you’re doing it. What I’m doing these days is being nearly 50. (Less than a fortnight, since you ask.) From the advantage of youth, you’d have thought that 50 was the end of the […]
I’d rule the world, if I could remember where I put the instructions
Happy (ish) Mother’s Day
A fine bed
A poem inspired by Fionaoutdoors and her adventure in the furniture shop. A fine bed It will last 20 years, they said. This bed. Like a galleon, strong enough to sail through your stormy nights, safely to the dawns. The wood got ready in forests. Sprouting and branching while you were still rolling through the […]




