Wednesday, 1 February 2012

What next?

I've really enjoyed the experience of writing a small stone every day during January. Many thanks to Fiona and Kaspa over at Writing Our Way Home for their inspiration and encouragement.

I've never taken part in a daily writing challenge before (although I've just completed a year-long photo-a-day project, which is similar). I found, to my surprise, that I was almost never at a loss for a subject to write about, but I often (okay, make that 'almost always') struggled with the best way of putting my observations into words. I'm pleased with some of the results I managed to cobble together, and embarrassed by others. But I'm not going to tell you which. ;-P

Tuesday, 31 January 2012

A good day

She tilts her chin upwards slightly, and looks at me through half-closed eyes. It's always a good day when you've been smiled at by a cat.

Monday, 30 January 2012


driving on a summer afternoon
hot leather under my hands
cold air on my feet

Sunday, 29 January 2012

Sea change

A salt tang wind blowing through poplars brings the echo of waves breaking on the shore.

Saturday, 28 January 2012


A tiny spider is struggling to climb the North Face of the bathroom sink. I airlift her to safety.

Friday, 27 January 2012


a sunny evening, a sudden downpour
arcing up from a neighbour's field
the end of a rainbow

Thursday, 26 January 2012

Untitled 3

in the draft from an open window
a loose ball of cat hair
tumbleweeds across the floor

Wednesday, 25 January 2012


a cream coloured horse
with brown spots on its hindquarters:
evidence of a graffiti artist
surprised by police?

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Untitled 2

kissed by summer evening light
even this cow pat
is beautiful

Monday, 23 January 2012

Sunset on the verandah

magpie screeching from a nearby cabbage tree
bellbird ringing from across the valley
cat purring on my lap

Sunday, 22 January 2012


walking past the fruit bowl
the scent of plums

Saturday, 21 January 2012


Lying back on sun-warmed concrete, I watch the ever-changing sky and smile. Next step: to watch my ever-changing life and do the same.

Friday, 20 January 2012

Unexpected vista

torn paper hills
in layers of deepening blue
one pink cloud

Thursday, 19 January 2012

Daily dose

as big as a horse pill
as bitter as cod liver oil
this loneliness
is hard to swallow

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Now and then

A fly lies submerged in a pool of amber wax, re-enacting the death of a distant ancestor engulfed by tree sap.

Tuesday, 17 January 2012


a summer's night
a country lane
in the glare of my headlights
a gentle snowfall of moths

Monday, 16 January 2012

Wash day anti-blues

these towels I'm folding fresh from the line
feel like love and smell like sunshine

Sunday, 15 January 2012


Hum, fridge!
Slosh, dishwasher!
Blow, wind!
Buzz, fly!
You will never be louder
Than the chatter in my mind.

Saturday, 14 January 2012

Welcome visitor

she left behind
a slice of lemon cake
and the echo of laughter

Friday, 13 January 2012

Funny, that

I can feel a migraine coming on. My chest is tight, my lower jaw aches, and the air scrapes the inside of my nose as I breathe. I wonder why they call it a headache?

Thursday, 12 January 2012


this precious evening
the setting sun has started
to turn the grass to gold

Wednesday, 11 January 2012


in a cotton wool sky
a hawk rides a thermal:
black brush stroke on white paper

Tuesday, 10 January 2012


The cat is lying sphinx-style on the bed,
front paws kneading rhythmically,
massaging my favourite jumper
to death.

Monday, 9 January 2012

Why do they do that?

A blackbird swoops low in front of my car, playing chicken.

Sunday, 8 January 2012

Time for bed

I’m so tired that the words on my computer screen are strating to reraragne thesmleves.

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Existential malfunction

I step on the bathroom scales. The electronic display reads 0.0 kg. Note to self: Must work on becoming more grounded.

Friday, 6 January 2012

A reminder

Making the bed, I think how big it looks now, with one pillow in the centre instead of two side by side.

Thursday, 5 January 2012

The old shed

Skin peels away from bone.
Eye sockets stare darkly.
Above them a hole
where someone tried to let the demons out.

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Low contrast

A grey heron flies across a greyer sky, neck curled into an s, long legs trailing, each slow wing beat the flourish of a magician’s cloak.

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Driving home

riding towards me
long grey hair beneath a faded bandanna
an aging biker
on a mobility scooter

Monday, 2 January 2012

An evening duet

out of time with the
dishwasher's two-tone samba
a lark is singing

Sunday, 1 January 2012

Morning shower

As the hot water hits the back of my neck, the downy hairs along my spine rise and fall in a Mexican wave of pleasure.