Rain has no conscience shows no fear Displays no love… Is not a living thing. Effects not to condemn… not to judge…. Simply falls from a...

Cloud curtained winter I lose my way in thicket without leaving home.

A pub discussion ‘Up to my bloody armpits. It doesn’t bloody stop. Everywhere you look is his face. Just like his sister ole Horseface....

Will it ever stop? The Mexican Volcano Rabbits scurried into their burrows. It was torrential and it wasn’t meant to be. Their floating...

‘He’s off the rails.’ ‘You really need to rein him in.’ ‘Rein in? How? I don’t have any say here.’ ‘You have a say when he spends half...

I am the rainwoman of the tribe, the one who thrives as it pours, comes to life in the sodden condensation and liquid moving earth. It’s...