Haiku: Rainforest #1

This haiku was written while cruising the Gordon River in Tasmania. As part of the cruise, we walked through the rainforest. It was wet, wild and so, so green. Limbs entwined, grasping for life. Moss-... Read More

My writing week #8

I’m not a full-time writer. Maybe one day, but for now, the need to earn means fitting in writing around work. I know I’m not alone in this, having met many authors who fit writing into th... Read More

Patchwork me

Microscopic threads bind torn pieces of me; Stitching my soul, hemming in memories. New experiences appliqued over old.   This patchwork me frays when a snag pulls at the fabric of my self. And I... Read More