The Girl in the Blue Dress
The painting had always occupied that particular wall—the one directly opposite the bed in the sea house, where salt air crept through window frames and settled on surface...
The Sacred Feminine
The moon has always known women differently than it knows men. Not better, not more deeply, but with a language written in the body's tidal pull, in the monthly architecture of t...
The Beach House
The house stands where it has no right to stand—perched on wooden stilts that sink into sand the colour of old bone, facing an ocean that wants to reclaim what was never truly surren...
The light from distant days
The woman sits in front of the computer, taking a moment to contemplate the grey ocean visible from the windows. The Irish waves, livid and boiling with rage, bring back...
Fallen Leaves, Second Chances
The autumn morning held itself with the particular stillness that comes before a decision is made. Thomas Hartwell felt it in the way his shoulders carried themselves b...
A Portal to the Past
Margaret stood at her kitchen window, watching the red balloon drift between the branches of the ancient oak tree. Its scarlet surface caught the morning light as it bobbed agai...