sitting at the old grandmas’ table trying to ignore the pull in my thigh my twisted ankle, aching shoulder, I muse on how I got here the...

End A tube comes at the end as the end, a bowl a pillow the view: a chimney pines and rocks a line of laundry; cars round the swerve in...

"Gratitude for the slice of light rising at dawn for the bird chatter and dustmen’s trucks for even five hours of unmedicated sleep for...

Forty-five This is a respectable age to be no longer ‘just a pretty face’ no longer eyed for ‘one thing only’, there are others, now, for...

Small hopes I’ve swapped my kitten heels for a walking stick my false lashes for a false knee my pencil skirt for jogger pants my...

I’m not beautiful any more I’m not beautiful any more. The yellow cabbie is surprised you want me with you in New York, ‘A family man,...

ageing now in my eighth decade all my dues are paid marriage and childbirth-- done grandkids and greats-- a ton friends and colleagues...

At thirty-five At midpoint in life perhaps I wonder whether this sense of nothing accomplished nothing ensured, this craving and chasing...

"dead budgie in the morning I didn’t realise, I didn’t know the husks looked like the seeds so many of them, overflowing, carpeting the...