When I was little, I found a dead toad and took it to Mum and she said wow! and took it from me and put it in a brown paper bag and we buried it at the foot of a tree and a while later (almost forever) she let me dig it up and inside […]
Dad’s handmade apple pie – 8 kids, 2 minutes & no seconds. my response to haiku horizons prompt: vanish
23 years ago, we are at the edge of the Kuranda Rainforest track. Outside, there is only glare and heat and damp. The morning sun bites hard and hot. The bitumen is sticky with heat. The air is so wet that I breathe heavy from the short walk from home. And the blazing song of […]
I have returned from a very local Dawn Service. I love the service – a gathering of neighbours, local schoolkids and their families, the congregation of St Mary’s. Highlights this year – we sang the New Zealand National anthem! Such a beautiful, musical anthem, we were led by a tall, handsome young Maori from the […]
behind orange jessamine she holds her breath – long drop response to Haiku Horizons prompt: drop
above Kholo creek a pink mountain, pink grassy heads swaying gently against the setting sun. beside Kholo creek an imprint of her hand in the cold, wet clay. lost in the night three childhoods, his parents’ pride, & little sister’s fierce love.
so i’ve been very busy at work with start of new Semester. Saturdays and a few evenings teaching. All the new students to learn the intricacies of information retrieval, evaluation and use..exciting and exhausting. And my own studies woefully behind but caught up in a binge this weekend! Still have the 90 minute each way […]
a map spanning 91 years – her hand.
Mim was my other gran. Dad’s mum. Tiny in height but not girth, she had many names, but not Gran or Nanna or Nanny! No way. She was Mim or Mimi (pronounced ‘me-me’, something folk on my mother’s side occasionally noted). Doll to her friends, sometimes, I suspect Dolly, and christened Dorothy. Mim was naturally […]
My Poppy bought her daffodils on Friday. Such frivolity! For people who so frequently started all over again. With nothing. A gift of a daffodil. My love, let us be happy here and now, today. via Daily Prompt: Yellow