The black panes

We have a lot of windows. I sit next to them at this time of the year thinking, Just five … More

The blank space

Dear Friends Like the closed down (but still creative) shop window of Top Shop I saw on an early morning … More

The sweetness of 2020

I don’t want to pretend for a second that it was great. It was full of rawness and grief and … More

On ‘Goodbye to being a poet’

Just over a year ago I wrote a blog post talking about my ‘tired frame of mind’ and intention to … More

What you read in 2020

Here are the blog posts that you read most in 2020 As I click through the links I am surprised … More

This was a good week

Third Sunday in Advent Today I pause from giving you updates from grief’s front line and take a leaf from … More

The Sky Over My Mother’s House

The Sky Over My Mother’s House It is a July night scented with gardenias. The moon and stars shine hiding … More

Before

Before No shoes and a glossyred helmet, I rodeon the back of my dad’sHarley at seven years old.Before the divorce.Before … More

A holiness to exhaustion

First There is a holiness to exhaustion is what I keep telling myself, filling out the form so my TA … More