In my dreams Emma sometimes speaks, which she can’t. I wake bereft, flooded by the spillover of losses and longings I keep dammed up. I can’t stop my heart. It recedes and reaches – twists int...Read More
Possibilities in convention “Her name was Mary,” It records. “Greetings, you who are highly favoured!” He regaled. “The Lord is with you, do not be afraid,” He challenged. “You have foun...Read More
Trying to be enough, I sometimes crack and crumble into myself. It doesn’t have to make sense; I’m spent, sapped, stripped – not enough. Their needs easily outstrip my resources, but my he...Read More
Yes. I have assented, agreed, yielded, given over, made space, transferred assets, thrown in my lot, given the go-ahead, the nod, the green light, the O.K., the stamp of approval, Holding arms open To...Read More
If you think I’m brave or strong, please don’t. I’m no more brave or strong than your Aunt Fanny. Unless, of course, you have a Fanny in your family who is truly remarkable… Let’s ag...Read More
Caleb is an adult now – technically anyway. Mentally I crumple the map we might have used to launch him into independence. He will never live on his own. He will never come to us with disorien...Read More
Water as Life Forgive me. Are we in Pharaoh’s dream? Is this a David Blaine illusion trick? Another Egypt? Always Egypt does return. That old, old story told, retold in cruel regimes, darkly inking ...Read More
Two of my writing friends worked together on the theme of the first Passover, seen in the light of a future Passover. Feast Succulent roast Standing, devouring, listening As doorpost-blood mocks death...Read More