Poetry as Medicine

Poetry as Medicine

He was the colour of rich brown earth in a swirl of dust. A young colt, frightened of humans, wary, spooked. Fear built into his DNA. We had him in the paddock near the house with six other horses, including three who were used to humans. Three who could send calming...
Vale Marley

Vale Marley

I said yes to Marley’s subtle, desperate call for help without even seeing him. He was scooped up into our loving care with a large collection of cat people from a Sydney Pound on D Day with absolutely no time to spare. A little, white, smelly staffy with food...