Middle of the night Making haiku in my head I wish I could sleep. Writing haiku is Difficult, not enough space To say all that I… Trying to drift off The dawn chorus gently starts Too early for joy. Multiple green shades Shifting in a cooling breeze I love… Read More »Experimenting with Haiku
With Five Friends Afar If we were having coffee right now, Laura, we’d both be in Spain. How cool is that! I would be gatecrashing your international conference and we’d be jealous for time together as we’d have so much to talk about. It’s been almost a year since you left… Read More »A Cup of Coffee
After my Father Died I remember the first time we sat around my parents’ dining table after my father died. Apart from him we were all there. Nobody sat in his chair, nobody spoke about it who should or even whether we should. It didn’t feel right. Actually nothing felt right… Read More »After my Father Died
To be on land, this land, to hear the sounds, smell the smells, feel the heat and draw up close and personal to the beasts of Africa is what we are here for.