MY WRITING
EASTER 1946
November 22, 2021
She studies a photo. In Sunday-best, the family layered up the front steps, eyes unseeing. Her son encased shoulder to foot in his Daddy’s army jacket.
Out of Thin Air
November 21, 2021
One of the last two steamships fitted with sails, huge spread of canvas, three steel masts to court the wind, she delivered my father’s family to the new world, from the cargo hold called ‘Tw…
International Studies, 1967
October 9, 2021
On our way to breakfast, we meet a small pig tethered to a tree. We name her Pink and greet her daily, until she is served at evening meal.
On Art, and Finding a Way Home
April 14, 2021
I think art of any kind has to do with finding one’s way home, that is, back to oneself perhaps for the first time. Art often helps connect heart and mind, to find the story one is searching for. …








