The snow, white and light falls gently on the street; thinking that it just might escape the weight of a stranger’s feet. It won’t stay...

A fox in the lane Sniffing out the scent of food Her pups behind her A cold winter’s day Snowdrops beginning to show their beauty to all

Empty streets and empty buses Home schooling the kids, tense parents The elderly sitting alone, no hugs Skinned elbows from saying hello...

When I knew her, she was the age of nonsense and she knew how to move. Jazz funk, soul or reggae, didn’t matter and to top it off, she...

Getting old kind of creeps up on you. Today I saw my old boss passing by my window, helped by her husband. She looked so frail, this...

It’s very early, I’m awake before the early bird. The worm is still safe until the birds are heard. Do I stay in bed, and risk...

The dog met the cat in the garden. The cat hissed, and he wasn’t budging. The dog wagged his tail, and the cat stood still. They became...

St George’s cross underground is where I heard the sound of the train that took me to see granny. She met me at the station in Govan, me...

Life, death-different ends of the same spectrum in a box together. I think I’ll feel them through the small hole big enough for my hand...

We come, we go; that’s a fact ,that no matter how we try, we can’t deny the frailty of our existence in this life we live. We plan and...

Wake up. Get up. Get washed, then get dressed. Get fed. Get ready to get out and get going. Get in the car to get to work and get there...

Oh hair brush, you’ve served me so well. Because of you, I have no tangles to tell of in my wavy locks that have, because of lockdown,...

I’m feeling old and my emotions are blunted. I can’t remember the last time she hunted for me to cut up her fabric or paper into small...

Just when it seems to be working out, life can hit you hard, have you run about worrying, scheming, projecting, reflecting on things long...

That recurring dream; the one where my forgotten past decides to leave its home in the recess of my memory. and pops up to say, 'Hello,...

What’s happened to me? She was here this morning, but somewhere between the wash basket and the kitchen, she’s gone. Have I done...

She comes here every day, so she does Wearing her duffle, carrying a bag of food for the swans and ducks. Is she fucking blind? I’m...

I was ten years old and it was prize giving at school. I had passed the cycling proficiency at school, followed all the rules. I was...

Oh Mr Mac I love you more than most other apples. Your rosy red skin with subtle green shadows suggests a succulent, saliva inducing...

When I was young, I had a dog called Ricky. Ricky came to live with us when he was a puppy and we were inseparable. We lived next to the...