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When Cherry died, she was alone. Not necessarily lonely but alone. She had wheeled herself out onto the wide veranda that wrapped itself around the house and found a space amongst the old books, newspapers and other junk that someone else would have to sort through. That made her smile. The vultures had been hovering for some time now, direct descendants, distant relatives, the neighbour who kept the garden in some semblance of order. Cherry had stopped speaking to them a lon

Garrett looked across the table at his Queen. She was gazing into the distance, taking a break from the not-so-scintillating conversations she had been engaged in with the men on either side of her. Her face, in repose, was both determined and cruel. A potentially lethal combination, heightened by the sharp edges of her cheekbones. Garrett was still getting to know Elowen as a wife. They had only been wed for six months, an arranged marriage as was the custom in Kandara among

"Will you catch me if I fall?" I survey your sweet face, the trust in your eyes. I am strong, I am young. I will catch you. "In a heartbeat," I answer. You jump, and my invisible wings guide you to a safe landing, my breath drawing a gossamer heart around you as you turn to me and smile. Your smile is the sunshine that warms my world, that wraps tendrils of compassion around my beating heart. Together we travel through ticking time and soaring space. We do not need anybody el

Today's post is a tale of solidarity and community. It begins as all good tales should.   Once upon a time, in a rural Tasmanian community, women could readily access a free and crucial breast scan facility by boarding Luna, a bus equipped with all the technology required to carry out this essential service. When I settled here, just over a year ago, I knew as a breast cancer survivor that this could be a lifesaver for some women. Eight years ago, I lost an extremely close fr

He makes a red-carpet entrance On the tarmac of a runway In a country far away From the chaos he has orchestrated In the land of the free.   The sycophants and psychopaths wait Coifed and groomed A token blonde or two For 'his majesty's' pleasure. They look strained.   As they stand on this land That is not theirs That never was or will be Waiting for the self-appointed Saviour of the Middle East.   The Golden Age of Israel The past swept under the red carpet They now stand o

Outside, there is yet another gale blowing, and my thoughts are scattered, my brain jumping from one to another in an incoherent, yet...

Ethyn stood in the doorway, fishing gear in hand, bucket hat on head. The morning held all the promise of blooming into a beautiful day...

My Grandmother was always proud of her hair. When she was young it was copper-bright, thick, and luxurious, falling in waves down to her...

You left the house before I woke. I heard the screech of your tires as you pulled away, pedal to the metal as always. So impatient, maybe...

There's no place like home, a line made famous by Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz in 1939, as the world was still recovering from the loss of...

They met in a 1950s diner in SoHo. Formica tables with checked covers, lots of stainless steel, waitresses called Betsy and Peggy-Sue,...

I didn't see the fresh faces of the young people boarding the boats or the worn faces of the older ones for whom this was not their first...

Bye bye Miss American Pie. John hummed the tune as he baked. He was creating a pie to feed an army, stuffed with all the good, and bad,...

Aunty used to have a picture on the wall in her hallway so that everyone who passed through, and many people passed through, would stop...

Put one foot in front of the other and drive your body forward. Every part is connected you see. Do you remember the rhyme or was it a...