This time of year always feels as if I want to make like a bear: crawl into a cave and be very still. This year I realised that...

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where...

Poetry inspires me to think further, deeper; to find words for the feelings that arise. The poem below posed a challenge to myself at...

It has been a while since I have written here. The poem below came as a needed and friendly reminder. Of? For me of the balance of...

A poem that crossed through the ether, and I am not completely sure whether it makes me sad or gives me hope. Maybe both and then some. ...

"We can hardly bear to look. The shadow may carry the best of the life we have not lived. Go into the basement, the attic, the refuse...

Rage is a scary monster to face: the depth of anger can be like running for the hills away from a veld fire (raging) out of control. ...

"In the garden of memory, in the palace of dreams... that is where you and I shall meet." (Alice through the Looking Glass - Lewis...

Personified (Janelle Mainly) Gratitude holds their breath Memory runs a marathon Exaggeration shares the news Truth watches their actions...

Somebody recently told me they feel 'completed'. Unfortunately, I did not have the opportunity to ask what that looks like, to them. But...