My mother always told me that the sound the ocean made was the song of drowned sailors. She sang her story in her lilting voice as we sat on the white sand warmed by the sweltering sunlight upon our cheeks.That rolling expanse of deep blue hums with power as it lilts back and forth. As […]

When I was four, My mother reminded me That little children were liked more When they were silent. And I wondered for many years after What she meant. (‘silence’ – complete absence of sound.) She smiled at me when I made no sound, Revelling in her new found ‘silence’ While I wondered how she could […]