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So close! (That’s life)

Nearly there! Sarah couldn’t wait to be home… seven long months away, needs must and all that, but now, heading home.  As the landscape became more familiar, Sarah began to notice small changes… a pruned farm hedge, a new crop, the old Williams place has been painted. That’s one of the delights of course, everything’sContinue reading “So close! (That’s life)”

Does God play internet games? (Humor)

Does God play games? Does he have an i-pad? I know he’s busy all day, watching over people and everything, but what does he do to relax? Everyone needs to relax sometime. Does he have angels play their harps to soothe his soul when someone does something stupid? What about when there’s a disaster andContinue reading “Does God play internet games? (Humor)”

Catching up (Humor)

‘Sue, is that you?’  The voice transported her to another place, another time. Long summer evenings, warm coals, pests that bit deep, tired bodies, impossible yarns.  She turned, and was not surprised.  ‘It is you!’ Tom was in full flight mode. ‘Who’d believe it, after all this time? How are you doing, what are youContinue reading “Catching up (Humor)”

Fog (That’s life)

Fiona began to wake slowly, snuggled in the warm comfort of her own bed. In her dreamy haze, she ran her fingers expectantly down her stomach; reality crashed into her day. There was no bump, no baby.  She caught her breath, but it was no good; tears engulfed her yet again. Would the pain everContinue reading “Fog (That’s life)”

Christmas surprise (That’s life)

The envelope was finally here. Joanna left it on the table while she made a cup of tea, savoring the moment. With her mum and dad out shopping, she was looking forward to exploring the contents at leisure. The envelope contained the final piece of her gift to her parents for Christmas. With Joanna’s weddingContinue reading “Christmas surprise (That’s life)”

His woman (murder genre)

Entering his hut, the triumphant hunter forgot the still-warm blood dripping from his hard-won carcass, as an unexpected smell of fear assailed him. His eyes sought his woman in the dim fire-light, finding her cowering with his children in the furthest corner. He recognized her terror, without understanding the cause. She crept forward to takeContinue reading “His woman (murder genre)”

A catholic landay (politic)

(A landay is a small poisonous snake. The poetry form comes from how women in Afghanistan and Pakistan pass on messages in certain areas/circumstances, and is rigidly controlled in terms of syllables etc.) A Catholic Landay Our priest, the celebrated father his defrocked treachery confirmed my lifetime stigma

If I could change just one thing…

If I could change just one thing, you would discover a belly-laugh every day.   If I could change just one thing, there would be no racism, sexism, or ageism.   If I could change just one thing, you would enjoy a personal note, every day.   If I could change just one thing, bureaucracyContinue reading “If I could change just one thing…”