We sit down at the table carrying our bowls of beef curry and rice with cucumber and yoghurt. As the boys hoe into their food, I (fresh from a weekend of chi kung and an acupuncture session with Roy and a walk under the stars) [...]
“Oh Mum, Mum,” cried Samuel urgently, “I need a dollar ‘cause tomorrow they’ve got a special stall at school and they’re selling sex cookies.” “Sex cookies - that doesn’t sound right. Are you sure that’s what they’re called.” “I’m sure. I’m really sure. Sex cookies.” [...]
"I hate you, Mum." I am preparing the dinner: grilling steaks, chopping up broccoli for steaming - and I wonder where this sudden outburst has come from. "Is it because I rubbed out your homework?" He had scribbled in his homework book earlier - luckily [...]
for Jean-Pierre & Samuel I watch you, my child, curled in your cradle of darkness, sprung from the womb of All Presence: you are a comma in Creation’s silent roar, namelessly poised on the brink of a life, anointed by the love [...]