7 – between memories

If we do not write, we will forget and be forgotten. [I’m reminded of my late maternal grandfather who would keep rectangles of cardboard torn […]


Have you ever seen the girl who can cry confetti?

completion made manifest

completion made manifest Our love comes down to bread, milk and bananas. The staff of life, The stuff of bones, The stomach-cramping fruit, his favourite […]


Mummy asked about you Daddy, Asked me why I didn’ write, It’s not that you’re out of mind Daddy, Just the words were not in […]