#GrowInGratitude

You appear to be a cut and paste concoction of black mermaid’s tail with the chest and face of a dripping, ebony otter-like dog. Whose imagination and sense of humour hound you like this? Have you always been a bit of both or were you struck by the spell of an angry...

 A fasting Yemeni Sufi mystic ate berries in the year 1230 after noting birds bubbling around the sun and back. Eager for their gummy berry juice, his eyes became crystals as enlightened taste buds painted his way. An exiled Mochan healer roasted berries seven hundred...

Steam rises from my cupped hands. Sickle Moon dances on my black rooibos tea. Dirty, orange City Night Sky. Trying not to blink. What am I looking at? On a slow, hot summer afternoon we watched our little prince flash from his favourite branch and smack down onto...

A prologue is optional. A Captain’s* Prologue is mandatory if one wants to take one’s readers in orbits around this little universe, filled with strange interstellar stuff, but mostly space. You know – that nothing. This collection will never feel complete. Perhaps...

A red heart rises over a suburban garden. She lays a landscape A4 sheet in front of me.For you, Daddy.Kisses my cheek and bounces away on her next adventure. A slim, rusty brown tree trunk branches into dense greenery.To the morning shadow side three shoulder-high...