Leaving harbour, the only hint we have of what’s to come is the horizon, which is jagged, as if torn. [Read more…]
Dangers, At Sea
The Ronda Writers Club
We went to Andalusia at the wrong time of year and for that we were punished. [Read more…]
She Already Knows
The eagle arrived shortly after Mum died, perching in the uppermost branches of the Ponderosa pine across the street and soaring past the kitchen window once or twice per day. [Read more…]
Happiness, Moving
On the first March day to feel as if it has Spring tucked like a bouquet behind its back and is twitching to yank it out and surprise us, I take my bike from its winter den. [Read more…]
Rejection, An Anthology
Thank you for submitting –
Thank you for sending –
We were blessed –
We appreciate –
We’re truly grateful –
We were thrilled. [Read more…]
Christmas, Reinstated
Mist is drifting off the lake while the December sun consoles the crest of the snow-capped hills with its golden hand. [Read more…]
This is Not a Drill
Last month I stayed in a hotel room the shape and colour of a TicTac and only slightly larger. [Read more…]
Detour Along the Road Not Taken
The jolt and hum of the train, the green hills smudging past and, across the aisle, my nieces—two coltish girls on the thorny cusp of womanhood. [Read more…]
Springtime’s Most Rambling Metaphor
Three times in as many weeks: hail. Pearly gemstones plinking down, making a spectacle of themselves, just when we all thought the day might clear. [Read more…]