Mother Of The Year

Stop hitting people, stop touching them as you walk by, don’t barge between them, don’t swing your lunchbox. Sit still. Use your knife and fork. Put your fork in the proper hand. Use your napkin not your sleeve! Sit up, sit down, don’t talk with your mouth full. Stop saying “no” before I’ve even finished… Continue reading Mother Of The Year

100 Words

One hundred words. One hundred ways to catch a day and frame it. I grab a moment, bruise its wings and pin it, still struggling, to the page. If I do my job well, an observer in one hundred years will still hear the echo of the moment, still see the smudge of colour; breathe… Continue reading 100 Words