Making Home

We went back to bright city lights and siren calls bleak rain over stacked chimney pots where the big clock stands proudly amidst carved buildings of yellowed stone sticky pubs and well-trodden streets, in which street lamps cast familiar shadows We travelled back to the rhythms of my childhood of parental love and my grandmother’s… Read More Making Home


The Gift

I dreamt of you when I was a girl a hazy promise, alien and enchanting The vision bore fruit decades later, a happy union of God, luck and human biology When the time came you slithered out covered in vernix, beautiful from the moment I saw you, a part of myself I did not recognise:… Read More The Gift


An Old Man from India

An old man came from India, scooped up his savings to visit his new grandchild The baby, quiet and soft, suffered from an ailment that marred its first days Still the man beamed, his heart filled with gladness that the child was there, a gift, a fighter he planned to lift up with his own… Read More An Old Man from India



Sadness heaves inside me, waves of rolling sickness Weight has found a home in the midst of my brow, and in the corners of my downturned mouth Spaces flooded with blackness Concrete over springing joy, sucking away momentum And I am frozen in time.



Walls washed in white Leather seats in echoing halls Piano concertos ring out through closed doors Muted tones of pre-pubescent girls clad in whispers of pink and ghostly tights Pointing, springing, arching, fingers dancing Bending the future to their will.



Shrouded silhouette against the evening light Nicotine swirls in the air Yesterday’s newspapers litter the stairs Shackled by integrity Devoted pilgrim High-flyer in the angel stakes, yet hurt bloomed like a bruise Left bereft by a broken circle of blood Your thoughts now confined to a mound of earth that bears your name Exalted grave… Read More Pilgrim

Personal, Poetry

Loving You

My love for you is burned onto the pages of my journal It pools in the grooves where my pen has pressed The past in a capsule Let me savour the man I knew – the one hidden by cares I’ll hold the memory of us on my tongue and let it mellow there In… Read More Loving You