The Messenger – for Alison

The oldest messenger in the universe,
yet ageless:
through you we are able to travel back in time
and ‘see into the life of things.’
My son asked me if it would ever be possible to build a time machine,
I told him ‘we already have one.’
I also told him not to be afraid to die, one day,
because we are all made of light:
light which can’t be pinned down to one space and time
light which is infinite
light, prismatic
light, kaleidoscopic
light, containing every colour imaginable
light we barely understand, in all its photon brilliance:
the universal messenger
bearer of good tidings, seer of all things
banisher of fears.

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Remembering my sister

Today would have been her 50th birthday. She died five years ago from complications following a stem-cell transplant. Always in my heart and thoughts but rarely in my writing, because I’m still trying to process my grief.

The short story ‘Parallel Lines‘ was also inspired by her.