#8 – 2013

An attempt is made on the child's awakeness.
Five toes narrowly escape.

#7 – 2013

The blizzard blurs the edges of next door.

Deep within the pram the boy sleeps.

#6 – 2013

My five-year-old son in the pool
A wet grin surrounded by flickering limbs

#5 - 2013

Two days on from the tonsillectomy the ice pop melts uneaten on the plate.

#4 - 2013

A sharp click switches the light off. 
A surprised squeak escapes the trodden toy.

#3 - 2013

Waking up, my first thought is when can I sleep again.

#2 - 2013

January the third. 
The turkey is resurrected in the stew.

#1 - 2013

Pushing the pram in my pyjamas. 
The dawn is still false at 10 am.