"Music" by Anne Porter from Living Things: Collected Poems. © Steerforth Press, 2006. When I was a child I once sat sobbing on the floor Beside my mother’s piano As she played and sang For there was in her singing A shy yet solemn glory My smallness could not hold And when I... Continue Reading →
Christmas Past
One of my favourite pictures, circa 1963, is this one of me and my Mum in front of the Christmas tree. It's badly taken, that's for sure. Probably from my Grampa Percy's camera. When I went to touch it up in photoshop I noticed that my Grandmother Winifred appears reflected in the living room window... Continue Reading →