The clouds know

I was thinking a lot about what has happened in Italy last night. During and after the earthquake. All of the bravery and sadness, and seeing the best and worst that can happen. The worst tragedy, but the most courageous best when people work together to repair and rescue. I looked up, and saw that … More The clouds know

Magic Fuels

I will have a lifelong love affair with the writing of Laurie Lee. His descriptions are both poignant and seductive, and bound by a sensuality which is both beautiful and unsettling. Reading him is at once blissfully comforting and yet harrowing, as real life is.  I am also deeply enamoured by a poem of Derek … More Magic Fuels

Violent Delights

He was ever Herbologist ere priest, Felt sacred in the living green, Divine! His thirst for cures and antidotes increased, Yet plummeted his faith in scripture line.   I was his greatest ever creation, Brewed only once, so deadly was my blood, Made to dispatch those long past salvation, Though toxic,  my intentions were all … More Violent Delights

Allegedly (an imagining of what the window from ‘Much Ado about Nothing’ would say, given half the chance.

I count myself blessed. I may be but a window, but I am frequented.  We Tuscan windows are known as ‘the eyes of buildings’. Eyes are oft known as ‘the windows to the soul’. Therefore, I count myself soulful. I am an observer of encounters: both voyeuristic and by mutual consent. A connoseur of many … More Allegedly (an imagining of what the window from ‘Much Ado about Nothing’ would say, given half the chance.