The apples in the trees have grown fat and shy, all red cheeked and sweet. I think how they grew under my nose, hidden in green leaves and suddenly appeared, a little bit like my family. It grew throughout the summer, unbeknown to me, until suddenly the house was full of new life. I think …
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Freya
My world is so full of colours, and although I am tired and I see you more tired still, I realise you rely on me for all those colours. I am happy, you are happy, it is all we need. Under the sunshine, we walk and smile at each other. But you walk so slowly, …
New World
A whole winter has come and gone. It has left as much in my memory as it has in my diary. An invisible season. Green shoots are bursting everywhere. They promised a quick, fertile spring, then late frost came and spring has suspended its progress. Green shoots are bursting everywhere, and in a most frustrating …
Everyday magic
Today we wake to a curtain of rain. It suits me. It keeps the world at bay. It falls like a protective cover, raising steaming fog from the ground, and I dream of our house and garden, like a castle in the clouds. Floating away from the world, inaccessible, our home is a warm glow …
Are you mine?
You are a world and you became my world. So I write to let you know that I am consumed and saved by the breath of you. So stay with me for as long as you can, stay strong, stay upright. I look out onto our view, onto what is ours alone. The trees in …
It Begins
A sky, slightly clouded maybe, nothing out of the ordinary. Yet the blemished silvery sky that means home, exactly this, the comfort of the ordinary. The uncertainty of the whereabouts of sun and storm. The curious road of loneliness, where footsteps neither raise dust nor leave ashened traces on the radiant asphalt. This image used …
I am family
What do I know? I do not know I am a Romanian street dog, I know I was born somewhere where the rules of the game are designed for me to fail, I know the odds were stacked against me, but I do not know I am a Romanian street dog.
I had a plan…or so I thought
I had fleeting dreams of having a dog as a child. For a time, I dragged around a plush toy in the shape of a miniature mountain dog. I made my parents buy me a real collar and lead at the pet store. It was bright red, and as I tried it on my toy …
sleepy head
There it is: the involuntary flicker of the ear, the occasional glance my way to check I am still here. Content and safe, his legs stretch long and long in the air, and flop back down on the floor, ready to snore once more. I wonder what he dreams, as his paws dance and prance …
Once upon a Christmas day
Tupilek! It’s cold, dark and wet outside, just perfect for a walk! Come quick, we’ll put on your harness with blinking red lights and you and I are heading out. We walk down the road to the park, open the creaking gate and the world is ours. Nobody in sight we can do what we …