The Locked Library

Closed! But how can this be? I fall my knees outside the Stalinesque structure that calls itself the Public Library, … More

Snow church, a poem

And yet I choose to live here. There are pillars in the great cathedral of Seville, each the width of … More

He’s a changeling, but doesn’t know it. This is not my baby, says his mother, closing her arms and turning … More

I’m just a little bit sad You’re just a little bit gone But then, you weren’t here for long. When … More

When my brother and I started celebrating awesome indies, we planned to do it once a month. But now – … More

Of late I’ve been thinking, from time to time, about joy – the sort of moment that lights you up … More

In the future Few of us remain. Summer never ends, for some Far beneath the sea hides a better world. … More

Like the universe, she has been here before, and elsewhere. Traversed ancient space, Circled supernovae, surfed on waves of light … More

Seventh Voice, whose son has autism and who uses her (? sorry if I have it wrong) blog to advocate … More

A Birthday Poem This day you’re turning fifty four, Another year less, to know you more. I am not you. … More