Swimming
There’s something I seek out to nourish me where ever I am – swimming. Slipping off the side of the […]
Author: Susan Atkin
F=m1g …or thereabouts
Like a shadow, a proxy, a surrogate, I step into the lives of others while they are absent. I move […]
Orkney, Mainland
We have much to learn from the sea … it’s timeless persistence, its petulant disfavour, its soothing sighs and distracting […]
Mirror
When my children were young, and I was living alone with them in a place I didn’t want us to […]
Florence, Itlay
Outside my third-floor window in a hotel in Florence, just across from Firenze Santa Maria Novella Station, the homeless set […]
As I remember …
…. you summoned a storm to pull me in embraced me with your fronds dappled me with rainbows clothed me […]
And then I read …
The power of fiction And the Mountains Echoed There were many moments while reading Khaled Hosseini’s book And The Mountains […]
India
Flying for hours over dry arid land cut through by massive snaking rivers was like encountering a foreign planet. No […]
Plymouth, England
Plymouth – December/January 2017-18 I sit at the large double-glazed window of a semi-detached house in a row of semis […]
The Old City of Jaffa, Israel
I watched the sun transform into an orange-red globe as it slide down the sky into the Mediterranean. The heat […]