Walking the Foreshore
I. Foam scours the sand. The pulsing lighthouse peers through clouds like lumpy breasts hugging the hills. My sister’s dead of cancer at 52 and I trod the beach [...]
June 2020
March 2020
Nomad
When you have travelled through jungles of imagination, trod upon hot pavement in arid cities of desire, when all you’ve sought refuses to be found, stand still and let [...]