I write short fiction for enjoyment.
Some years ago I decided to write a memoir and I’m still at it, around 60,000 words and now turning it into fiction. I used to keep an online reflections blog but it all just got a bit too esoteric and I nearly disappeared.
There’s a book of my poetry and photos here.
Just about there
But just out of reach.
A non-state, a no thought
A notion of bliss.
Between strong forked life-boughs
Barn feathers swiftly glide.
Dusk loves his wide eyed
Silent winged wisdom, all-seeing.
Fleeting, gently teasing
Love birds nod and sing.
Above and between
and other such dualities.