RECENT WRITING

23Jan

Dunlop Volleys and Hairy Legs

I met Jesus once. Well actually, just his shoes and his legs up to about the knee. But it was Him. He didn’t.. Read More →
12Nov

The Swirling Loneliness

I was on the way home from work and just popping into a cafe to check out a space they had available for.. Read More →
15Oct

Heading Home- A Poem

The wind was a howlin’, blowing a gale. Our Coral Bay holiday was beginning to fail. The sand stung our legs and whipped.. Read More →