Sinking in

Sinking in One year on I hold out my arms tip back my head and float, at last, on my South China Sea. Now aquamarine, bejeweled island of treasures flour-fine sands stamped black with feathered palms. Malaysia. Now you hold me in your hands, becalmed. At peace. I’ve sunk down into ‘settled in’. I sigh, … More Sinking in

Loss and friendship

  Making frequent moves, particularly between countries, is tough. And while many folk think we live charmed lives in which the women play bridge, drink pink gin and bemoan their staff while the children make friends with monkeys and end up fluent in the local dialect, honestly, it’s not like that. It is tough. Not … More Loss and friendship

Twelve Week Scan

New life began  then. When  I took flight  from whence  I’d lived and loved  on flatter, cooler, calmer  soil. Where bright colours  speckle squares of earth  in spring.   I look down from  here, where  pillows of palms  froth and bubble  like barbed wire,  steel grey in the mist  of monsoon air.    Beyond the … More Twelve Week Scan