I remember attending an art installation some years ago in Sydney. The title was something like ‘Little Altars Everywhere’. The artist had arranged everyday items as we might have them in our home, to enjoy small groupings, a bit like in the ‘L’il Mexico’ house we stayed in when we…
For many years I have tried to reframe my feelings of the months that I grew up experiencing as winter. I’ve heard other people who…
January 1st, my traditional walk to see in the new year, and all was bright, dare I say, promising. And then I caught myself, not…
What if the most important thing in life is to figure out what we really think, want, feel? What if our biggest problem is the…
I wrote the first poem, just as it describes, after cataract surgery when we were in Adelaide. We had been home a few weeks when…