Madness, with Wildflowers

Madness, with Wildflowers. A short story.  I've been writing teeny stories, poems and odd bits of fiction, awash with fact too on Instagram for a while - on and off for years. The stories are usually inspired by something I see, an image or a person say, a converstaion or a memory. I'm going to [...]

By |2017-05-22T10:03:09+00:00October 16th, 2015|Poetry & Fiction|0 Comments

Farewell, little girl

Farewell, little girl. A poem. Indigenous Raramuri girls, at a boarding school Cerocahui, close to the Urique Canyon. I was so hestitant to visit, perferring to give a donation instead. When Christina my guide looked at me with pleading eyes, I decided to accompany her, and was really glad I did in the end. With [...]

By |2017-05-22T10:00:41+00:00October 9th, 2015|Poetry & Fiction|0 Comments

Mine are the hands

Mine are the hands. For Juanita For Juanita, Elsa's grandmother. Back story from my Instagram account: Juanita is an indigenous Raramuri woman from Cerocahui, a small town at the base of the Urique Canyon in the Copper Canyon. Her granddaughter invited us to their home unannounced, and despite being surprised, Jaunita made us freshly ground thick [...]

By |2017-05-22T10:01:03+00:00October 8th, 2015|Poetry & Fiction|0 Comments

Why we Climb

Why we Climb. On Hiking Mount Giewont, in Zakopane, Poland, spied through trees. Posted on Instagram Why we Climb For some, it is solitude they seek on the mountain trek.Peace is carved on the twisting climbs,Focus is honed in monitoring every potentially fatal step. For me, it is survival in spite of self:To combat headstrong [...]

By |2017-05-22T10:00:23+00:00September 14th, 2015|Creative Non-Fiction|0 Comments