The mermaid sank and sank some more Below the waves she grew a claw The mermaid cried and cried some more Riding waves she held the claw The mermaid swam and swam some more To hide herself she crawled ashore The mermaid wept and wept some more She could not live with such a claw…


Delighted to be home, he sped from the house with the dog on its lead. School shorts, bare legs, not a care. Turning left careering down hill, he flew full of joy along the pavement. Unable to hesitate at the kerb, his leaping stride fast and perilous, his footing buckled. Forward he fell, the gravelled…

Free as a child

He had an early memory of wanting to grow up in order to escape the rules. The belief was that he was confined by age and when older would be released. Only then would he be able to do as he pleased. Shamefully, he still thinks this way, even though adulthood arrived many years ago….

I can see them

I can see them outside. I can see them swinging, swaying, rhythmic then clumsy. I watch them a while. The dog watches too, his breath thick at my side. He wants to go out. I push the door ajar and he runs through, but startled by a sudden movement is back. They are nameless, anonymous….