looking up at the sky
The hope carved by the streaks of light in a midwinter sky.
Natural inspiration about the creative process, from walking in the wood.
A commitment to looking with care and kindness in advent, as a creative practice for advent.
A late moon small stone
‘A real pea souper’.
The glow of red lights
as we follow
Prose poem to the wonders of one of the hardest months of the year: November
In praise of the ritual of feeding the birds.
ice frozen fingers
a sudden cloud of summer,