Spring

Tomorrow is the start of spring in my part of the world. I would like to share two poems that herald the arrival of my favourite season. One is my own, and one is by the English poet Philip Larkin. Both hold sadness and hope in equal measure. Nothing is either this, or that. Even […]

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The Cat

For background on this story and how it came about, you may want to read yesterday’s post first. Short version: the story was inspired by this image, which is the wallpaper on my phone’s lock screen: The Cat I walk with fire on either side of me. Out of the fire skeletons grope and reach, […]

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Writing prompts: useful or not?

Some people swear by writing prompts: exercises designed to give the writing process a bit of a kickstart when you’re stuck. Personally, I find them a little prescriptive. I prefer to fly by the seat of my pants. I might have an inkling of an idea, so I set it down on paper. Then I […]

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A trio of poems

In honour of World Poetry Day (which was actually yesterday), I thought I would re-publish three of my own poems – poems that are dear to me in very different ways. The first I wrote for my daughter, the most precious thing in my life. It tries to capture those moments in the wee small hours […]

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Be The One Who Stops

My precious cat Lucy was hit and killed by a car yesterday. I had just let her out of the garage, where she sleeps at night. Uncharacteristically, she ran down our long driveway towards the busy road. People drive far too fast along this road, despite the fact that there are three primary schools in […]

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Through the claws of the stars

You may have read my earlier post relating the survival story of our little tabby cat Lucy. In case you haven’t, it’s here. In it, I wrote about our other cat Samantha, who was 17 and in such surprisingly good health that she seemed virtually indestructible. I called her my cockroach cat because I was sure she […]

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One Down, Eight To Go

Nobody, not even the rain, has such small paws. Sorry E.E. Cummings, I have ever so slightly edited a line of your masterpiece (the wonderful poem “somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond”) in honour of my cat. I have two cats – Sam (who is always presumed to be a boy, but is in fact Samantha) […]

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Jasper the despot cat

I love cats. I own two – Samantha and Lucy – and our neighbourhood is full of them. There is only one, however, of note: Jasper, the cat next door. He’s huge. He’s intimidating. He scares the living bejesus out of my two poor little girls. You always know when he’s coming because, incongruously, this huge boy wears […]

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