Bare feet | a prompt
Barefoot bliss is a state of being experienced only by some of our kind. As we all know, us humans walked the earth barefoot for millennia and were content to […]
Birds (in your head and on your screen) | a prompt
If you’re in the realm of disposable income that allows […]
undone | a poem
I’ve lost my way. There’s been too much thinking going on. I’ve been misled; believing that planning to write would get me writing. “Planning” has kept me away from the […]
difficult people | a prompt
It can take some serious strength of character to handle a difficult person with compassion, but what can sometimes happen if it’s done well is the total subversion of a […]
self talk | a prompt
The bridge to happiness and contentment in life can depend almost entirely on the colour of language that forms in one part of the brain and is received in another. […]
morning sex (a prompt)
It used to be a regular occurrence. Three or four times a week, the day would begin wrapped within the flesh of the other. From deep sleep the journey to […]
Holly Clark: an AWC assignment
“…arms come up, and exhale.” Through the slit of her left eye and with her nose wrinkled, she sneaks a peek at the laptop screen and wonders for the hundredth […]
Shower Thoughts
Shower time is thinking time. And time to pause, strain my ears and wonder if I can hear a baby screaming outside or just in my head. Last night I […]
The Simpson.
I am currently in awe of a purchase we made recently, which took a long long time to occur. It’s an item that always seemed a bit haughty to me; […]
Those California Smiles
It’s funny, thinking back to when we were kids. Unconsciously taking each moment as it came, not worried that standing in the rain would make our clothes wet and we’d be […]
“organising your space” (a sample)
The space in which you spend time is not just […]
The Adult Party Pie
I don’t think I’ve met a person who doesn’t thoroughly enjoy a party pie. And I’m not talking that “traditional” party pie you had at every single children’s birthday that’s piled […]
Gabrielle Gassin 