There’s a time, for introspection, and sharing thoughts that jumble together one moment and stretch like…

There’s a time for sadness, at the end of the day, after consuming laughter and light. …

Growing baby dinosaurs are walking at my feet.  Their striped cocoon-like bodies, a feathered pod on…

I wasn’t paying attention to the gifted Lillie’s as they grew into full bloom: watery pink…

Sunshine hits the back of my hands and reflects into sand-banked fresh water –   The…

Detached from well-oiled machines, I’m am choosing a simple kind of madness.  One where an inland…

Reverse culture shock, it may be,  but how, I ask, have we amassed so much wealth…

Little Russian dolls emulate worlds within worlds, fitting quite perfectly, into an overarching narrative. I think…

In conversation, with a young First Nations woman; she talks of stories that are woven; of…

Florence asks: how much is art really worth? And I ask it too, at night stretching…