Too many lands are troubled these days. Some are distant, some closer to home and some forever in the heart. I don’t know if I…

Sometimes a morning doesn’t begin the way we intend it to.  This was one of those hairy starts! The photo is of the actual culprit,…

For how long do we stand mesmerised by the beguiling designs draped artistically in the shop windows? Perhaps we should not linger for too long!…

Written by a forgetful, wanting, neglectful, dishevelled human who yearns for good, and is thankful for a more religious, perfect constant. I hope this is…

*** Nature is so inspirational. Often I find photos online from some very talented people whose eye allows them to capture something so touching with…

Each day I visit the village square, and each day the older men gather to pass time.  Friends since school days, one by one they…

Some frogs seem to be louder than others.  This poem was inspired by some particularly deafening ones which dominate a memory decades later. *** In…

This poem at first read, describes the abuse, overuse and inconsiderate way people have sometimes engaged with this world. It is not a political comment,…

This poem was inspired by your responses to my post yesterday, ‘A Hairy Morning’.  It threaded it’s way into my head last night when I…

This poem relates to a time when my children were young. Whenever they were unwell they would like to lie on the sofa covered in…