Her garden symmetric and bold. Partnering oft in Autumn cold. Sentinal oaks  on bound-a-ry, with leafy frocks of acorns; free. Partnering...

The river calls as we unhitch our sturdy bikes, clean from yesterday’s rain. Hats and gloves no impediment to feasts of flax and flurry...

“My Dear Lew. I write for the last time this year. So much happening these days.” Thanks Red Cross: one letter en route cross embattled...

She took from the shelf love letters staring back over her shoulder witnessed a tumbling of words memories collapsing, no longer upright...

The lights go out. The power company has fingered the switches. We don’t care and go out for lunch, south down the road. The cars going...

In the distance long- necked geese call  inside their group, gathering the scents of home, answering harmoniously. Do we stay or do we...

Crafted basket partners writer’s feet beside large window, its body a criss-cross  of open tanned strips  of dried flax   lodged in firm...

Yes, that was the day. I can’t remember which one. We were to leave the following morning. Breakfast at 6 a.m., before travelling by...

As we approached the verandah he signalled to his wife and three children, gently  thrusting out his arm in front of his family to...

A hedge of unruly edge defines a level of garden above man- grove’s coupled with sun drenched water that comes and goes. Towards the...

Again, she asks him a searching question as he stares at the floor, looking for a loose shoelace, avoiding her smart, horizon-driven eye....

A silent messenger came today slinking through the rustic corners of a mind -preferring playfulness. The slender figure transparently...

The black locust squawked, as I set my sights aloft tipping my buttery beak at family, taking flight beyond their perches, from inside...

Winter in Japan is crisp dry and very cold. We’d shower together after exercising, under jets of stinging iciness. One tap for all as we...

Your letter: an oasis to unwilling wanderer. I sink into my bunk and soak-up contents away from prying eyes. Later I lie on cool grassy...

I so wanted a dog. The want kept following me up to my room. Just a little one please Mum: “No!” she said. I thought long and hard And...

Views over wetlands unmoved disguise’s hidden bird life. Activity returns under folds of darkness. Silent wetlands untouched by human...

Some days the hapless sky-borne wind resigns to re-shaping itself in one’s garden. Unruly plotting and dancing to a different tune. If...

Shadowy light on the page, somehow rekindles the woman’s steady gaze, as she reads from her dear Fathers’ part handwritten, intimate war...