Dear Franz Hope you have found ways of keeping sane during this difficult time of lockdown. I know its hard … More
Month: March 2020
The Canvas
At an art exhibition, she gazes at a painting. The style is muted; reminds her of a Monet. Each stroke … More
Love of the Air
She finds outone daythe flutter she feels in her hearteach time they meetwas in factof a butterflybeating its tiny wingsup … More
A Quarantine Morning Chat
Hello,.. what are you doing ? Quarantining. Nice word. Let’s chat. About what? About yourself…tell me sonething I don’t know … More
Love of the Past and a Red Satin Ribbon
The cat waits outside her door every morning. It positions itself strategically by the adjoining wall, cleaning its face, licking … More
Late Afternoon
I find a corner table in the café. It is late afternoon. The skies are dark with rain filled clouds. … More
Books In The Crook of My Arm
I whizthrough the afternoonholding booksin the crook of my armas if holdinga babythankful forGod’s attention to detaila spare armupon whichto … More
The Core
They are in the middle of an argument. It is an old wound. He slams the door behind him as … More
Paraken
I must be crazy. No, I must be. For who looks at an unmade dishevelled bed and is convinced it … More
A New Chapter…
He said from the moment he turned forty, he had been considering retirement. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his … More