Ghost Ship

Ghost Ship

“How did you do this? Wonderful photo! It could be the Mary Rose framed in the archway outside. I can almost imagine her sailing by as I stand on the defence wall and look out over the harbour.” The enthusiastic exhibition visitor stood beside me, and I looked down on...
The Lesson in Dhansak

The Lesson in Dhansak

The Lesson in Dhansak Clip-clap, splosh and flop as my 1950’s Clarks shoes hit the cobbled street, trickling wet-grey with morning rain. We walk, all three. I swing in the middle, attached like an appendage to my Father and Uncle. I am that flesh-link between older...
Clickety-Click

Clickety-Click

The low clickety-click of the faulty carriage clock continues its muffled sound as it has done for generations. It was The Mother’s pride and joy. The brass mechanism’s carcass, an ugly beast of veined marble and gilt towering on the mantelpiece for as long as Marge...
Doodlebugs

Doodlebugs

There is my mother on a flagstone floor, curled around her smaller sibling like a foetus, a tortoise withdrawn under a kitchen table hoping the whine won’t stop, praying the bombs don’t fall as she clutches the shreds of her dispersed family. This is my mother in...
Lili

Lili

You lay in my heart, as you lie there still in deep earth, you sleep, our blood shared until a fiery death. Now you are gone. Apart from you in sorrow I hold close your soul. Your eyes mirror mine in a half vision, in a life less than whole without you. Cherry drains...