Poetry in Motion

Poetry in Motion

The morning air is cool and soft. A cornflower blue sky arcs overhead with no sign of where it begins or ends. Our feet, some bare upon the grass, some clad in comfortable shoes, seek the feel of the earth beneath our soles. The lake, dotted with water lily pads and...
Making Amends

Making Amends

Black plastic billows in the breeze, a hungry ghost ravelling string fingers around mangrove twigs and tendrils that reach, beseechingly, across the water. Two weeks ago this river was a raging torrent sweeping all before it through the suburbs. Today she is serene...
The Healing Season

The Healing Season

I want to talk about healing. *** My pocket-sized vegie garden is flourishing. In late winter I made my first harvest and shades of green filled my nostrils – a handful of sweet lettuce leaves, spicy coriander and buttery baby spinach – just enough for a delicious...
My Dream Man is a Woman

My Dream Man is a Woman

I decisively jumped the fence at the age of 57. After a life of heterosexuality, in mid-2020 during the first round of the COVID pandemic, I met a transgender man and we fell into each other’s arms, beds and lives in a blistering love affair that took me to the heart...