I recently made a beautiful friend in Malawi and wrote a poem about her. She lived in the garden where I was staying. I visited her every day to try and capture all the different facets of her beauty on camera. Her name is Nephila Inaurata. She is a Golden Silk Orb Weaver, so called […]Read Post ›
The crescent moon of a magpie’s breast Half turned to bounce the dazzling rays Of rising sun against your face. It brands your eyes – a winged eclipse With a turquoise gem – Then flies away. Illustration by Lori Love
(updated with explanation) x dominoes in single file but if one sways one tiny bit then one by one they all will fall and on the next one’s back they’ll sit as bricks in a misshapen wall. To punish them for being obtuse a crane lets loose its wrecking ball projecting in to smash and […]Read Post ›
Beneath a strip of sky so pure your faithful eye can glean what lies beyond your world, and in the few unfurling, drifting swirls of white decipher secrets hidden there – you hide amidst the swaying reeds and watch it closely. Cloaked in grey it stands so still and long on legs so thin a […]Read Post ›
