I walked on roads of asphalt towards the big great dam, the pool reflecting the clouds in the child’s eyes. Its water the colour of the sky, it reminded me of the lakes in Slovenia that filtered themselves through layers of rock. Remember how you…

The thunder claps did not bother, the pouring rain could not dampen our spirits as we frolicked on our first weekend as newlyweds we’ve come here before with the children and didn’t we tear our hair pandering to their every need now it’s different we’re…

There is a ghost under the old oak tree, dreaming of a past life when he roamed free   Confined to this place now where he loved and toiled, still wearing clothes stained with sweat and soil   He wonders, how much longer is his…

HOUR SEVEN i. itchy feet- a banjaran footprints on the golden dust- sweet vanilla scent I prick cactus from my heart.   ii. emerald lake- coarse pebbles kohl eyes on the lake bed unruffled water monotony I reflect on my life choices.   iii. a…