Lencten
Watching a tui make its way along a thin branch I sit on the front door step with my feet on the welcome mat The blue sky, on first Continue Reading →
Author Archives: writehanded
Low-fat low-calorie low-sodium gluten-free egg-free dairy-free Salmon Torte
On the flat-bottomed boat we watch fat fish through the glass flashing by under our feet A flounder rears up, shedding sand Doug puts a hand on my waist Continue Reading →
It is all loneliness
One line might not be enough to build a life on It probably isn’t enough to pay for bread, and milk One line might be the echo, the Continue Reading →
Living with teenagers
When you leave teenagers at home, alone, the clocks get broken your favourite mug is perched in an open window Shards of glass whisper in corners the Continue Reading →
The Politics of Illness
Recently I put together a tiny poetry collection to apply for a grant. It was an interesting exercise, writing a set of poems that worked individually but also told a story together. Continue Reading →
Weight
The sun, again I’m bored of it now I’m bored of it Heavy snakes in my belly, fighting, nipping The bouncing, balancing Check and recheck alarm, scales Continue Reading →
Game, set
Seen: 2.16pm ….. Seen: 2.16pm ….. Seen: 2.16pm 5.47pm. You have the advantage. What’s happening over there? Did you miss the shot? are you chasing the ball in the bushes? Continue Reading →
Unlocked
The last tendrils of sun slide off the sand into the sea We pull in when the road gets rocky and watch the cold smudges of mountains fade in the Continue Reading →
Conversations with wolves
Talking to you is like forcing myself through a very small hole in a barbed wire fence with the small brained certainty that the field on the other side is Continue Reading →
Evening
You out there sitting in the chill black grass just beyond the yellow fall of light from the kitchen window You know I’m watching wondering if the evening dew has Continue Reading →