July 20, 2018

The space between us is sewn together

Each stitch lovingly darned into place

mending that which is open and gaping

Threads of concern, of friendship and love

cast across the web

reinforcing intersecting strands

The wide world; an exquisite salvaged patch

to be worn upon knees


June 15, 2018

When is it enough?

When will you

turn around and

stand your ground?

When will you


dredge up your subterranean anguish and wield it

sword like

in the name of human decency?

When is complicity worse

than the actual crime?

When does comfort

or ease

or self-inflicted oblivion...

May 23, 2018


Every day, for the past 334 days, I have purposefully tried to capture a single moment of every passing day. I would slow my breath, still my mind and search. A thought, a feeling, a wish would emerge, connecting me to the present moment. They h...

February 28, 2018

There are things handed down from parent to child that hold within them the very bones of inheritance.  They need not be ancient or of great monetary value.  Their giving need not be of great ceremony.  The importance comes from their provenance; the intertwined narrat...

February 26, 2018

The sea is a woman

Brave and wild

Spellbound by the moon,

she rises and falls in a conjugal dance

The moon in return,

does not ask woman to change her nature

but revels in her vigor

The sea welds herself to the earth

Water and air

birthing the seam of the horizon

They fashion th...

February 24, 2018

Today, enchantment came to me in the shape of a communal water fountain. 

They are not as common as they once were.

Once, they functioned as the centre of community.


Olive skinned girls deftly balancing large clay water gourds on their kerchief covered heads encounte...

February 22, 2018

Today, I went for a solitary walk along the aqueduct that serves as the tea company’s water source.

With birdsong as my companion, I traveled the narrow path undulating through tea fields and tangled forest. The air was thick with moisture from yesterday’s rain.


February 20, 2018

Soft the sleep that claims the dead

Such abandon to the earth

The fecundity of life

gifting the still, dark berth

I too shall have a bedchamber

of leaves , green moss and bracken fern

My eyes though hollow seeming

still gaze upon my soul's return

February 19, 2018

I have grown to love this house
It, itself, is not mine
I have never lived here
nor have I occupied myself with it’s well being
That place of honour has belonged to my parents

Yet, it has held for me the heart of family
storing tenderly, photographs of a cherished pas...

February 18, 2018

We finish the day with a sacred libation

Gathered together in the warm glow of the kitchen light

We share a pot of tea

The air between us is thick with ritual, tradition and family ties

The tea we drink comes from up the hill

A tea farm where my mother worked as a young gir...

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