I’m tired of going back there to a whirlpool, dragging me down. Anger, hate, disappointment. I can’t fight it. I can’t. So, I’m reshaping those jagged edges so they stand proud in the colourful landscape of my life.

When I looked up at you I sensed love so strong and pure that I always felt your pain and never did I doubt that our sacred bond would endure the wretched world around you.

When summers were long I spent hours roaming free. My siblings and Patches in our dingy out to sea. Making huts in the bushes and a racing go-cart. We’d ambush the paper boy just for a lark. Riding bikes with … Read More

He’s an untamed legend, a bit of a clown a likeable rascal, always fooling around. He once caused our pastor, who’s usually dull to bring the Lord’s Bible, down hard on his skull. He doesn’t like school and breaks rules … Read More

I ask so little of you and all I do is give, yet you give so little in return and treat me bad. Perhaps I should ask for more, but how can I do that when I expect so little.

Some people may only see you as crazy or think you’ve lived a life of poor choices. Perhaps they don’t see you at all, or wish you weren’t there. Those ones, in some way, have always been winners. Most likely … Read More

What brings you hope, when you’re falling into the grip of darkness and despair? Is it the pills the doctor prescribes or does that bring you relief? Is it that coffee that gets you out of bed in the morning or … Read More

How can we even begin to get along and love each other when we’re coiled tightly in our own world and our own pain?  

Weariness and experience together with wonder and innocence in a place called love.