I heft my burden, remembering the days when he toddled so smoothly by my side. We’d have giggled in this storm, watched from protective windows, and eviscerated puddles in the morning’s rays. Now, I drag him through the rain.Such is the turning of time.Emma Louise Gill , "A Mother's Love" Sunday 8th May 2022. A … Continue reading New Publication: A Mother’s Love
Watching the ocean at Woodman Point. © M. Gill I've been making an effort this year to spend more time in the great outdoors. It's such a wonderful way to refresh the mind, focus on the now, and let your body breathe. As a writer, I find that relaxing in nature gives me the space … Continue reading Recharging in Nature
the pocket is dark,crumby.in here lie ancient cakes, forgotten cookies,bread rolls, birthday icing. the never-washed linen, pouch ofmemories, of years laughter lovetight around my neck,broken tie restretched,resewn again.first knots made, later undone'round your expanded middle,sunken it carriedme in sagging pocket,a joey licking spoonswith floured sticky sugar smiles.and laterI adopt the ties,and stiff with age andancient … Continue reading Apron
It started with a pair of gumboots. My neighbour of ten years, Mrs McNally, planted bright red geraniums in each one, then got Mr McNally to nail them to their front fence. I watched him do it while I was mowing the lawn. They were bright and charming, those gumboots, with their scarlet polka dots. … Continue reading Mrs McNally’s Garden
There were three reasons to be grateful for waking up that morning, and three hundred not to. Rachael listed the three so-called positives in a litany all day, convincing herself it was worth it. It had to be worth it. One: Benjamin. She bent to pick up his discarded pants, jocks, tee, socks... “Ben!” No … Continue reading Little Things
EMMA LOUISE GILL 