Her godmother calls her a fairy

A poem for daughters, for girls, written during a week when women have been on my mind. Her godmother calls her a fairy. True, she is otherworldly, Creative, playful, a glimpse of colour through the trees, Cradling her water warbler in her hands, skipping to the woods on the edge of the estate after school, […]

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Home Work

[1]  Conversations. “You’re not very good at this, are you?” Kim looks up from stacking the dishwasher to see Jay considering her from where he is sitting at the kitchen table, glass of wine at his side, rolling another cigarette. He has a long, thin body, long, thin hands, deep, calm, hooded eyes; all of […]

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Conduit

An essay on rage, creativity and healing. The tap, tap, tap of your foot under the table, your eyes flitting, your kind smile, your pauses, your quiet confidence and inability to settle, all feel like coming home when we first meet. Your child is also strong just like mine, your family difficult, your knotty past […]

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