wanderings & wonderings

Another little piece I have found, also from 2009; an exercise for the writing group I belonged to in Singapore. The task was to write...

This was written in the Funan Food Court in Singapore in 2009. I found it today when I was going through some old notebooks. I remember...

... my mojo hasn't run away, of course. It is firmly here as this image demonstrates - taken on a walk around RHS Rosemoor this past...

How we manage our wellbeing is a matter of personal choice. It is something I am passionate about and an arena I have been working in for...

My writing muse has deserted me. It left on March 23rd, 2020 - the same day we lost our freedom for the first time. At the start of the...

Sky dancing, early on a Friday evening, from Singapore to Bali. Six days after the second Bali bombings in October 2005. The aircraft has...

Part 1 : Bali 2006 Ubud, Bali. Late one Friday evening in July. In the circle of friends sharing laughter, good food and companionship....

The sky is blue the sun is shining all around the little birds sing In the distance the sounds of a lawn mower the laughter of a child...

circular world, world of circles, forever forming, closing ...

Dreams echo in the winter of words.

Bravery comes in many forms. For some it is in battle in a foreign land.For others it is in battle with their body. One day a diagnosis ...

egg boxes stacked, one atop the other, row upon row

Agung, Abang, Batur, sacred volcanoes, gateways to Gaia ...

Cobalt night; threads of jasmine woven with moonlight...

We stepped onto each other's paths, you and I, your journey and mine entwined

Everywhere knife blades. Sharp, relentless ...

Trapped in humid air, endless echoes vanquish sleep ...

Pheasant calls, mist a gentle cloak ...

Walking in Van Dieman's Land. Hobart. Following footsteps through the park ...

hard edges relentlessly slicing my soul, rending to tatters if allowed