by Peter Volkofsky | Author & Life Coach | Jan 30, 2021 | Close to Home
Waiting for that boy to come for his weekly visit to me: the old family friend bloke. We both need the river today. Me, cause I’ve had enough of all this starting the new work year and having to sort days and times and rooms and zooms. So needing to get out of here.... by Peter Volkofsky | Author & Life Coach | Dec 12, 2020 | Close to Home
World soaking through, dreaming, failing loving Purpose straying, hope betraying Angering so-over joying Happiness, pleasing. Agonising, pretending, water off duck’s back Getting over, moving on Money powering, laughter healing Silly, stupid-ing: toads of... by Peter Volkofsky | Author & Life Coach | Oct 5, 2020 | Close to Home
‘…Lying down again, he lifts his feet up and tries for another nap. EJ walks over with a cushion. He pushes it behind his neck, closes his eyes and meditates on a passage from the book of Isaiah: ‘Comfort, comfort, O my people—’ but it’s going nowhere. Instead, a...
by Peter Volkofsky | Author & Life Coach | Sep 25, 2020 | Close to Home
A happy marriage A beautiful beach on a nice day A death trap for a spectator who knows Nothing of the rips, sharks, storms, rocks The necessary woundings that made this dreadful Wonderfully irresistible, lovely, deadly,... by Peter Volkofsky | Author & Life Coach | Sep 16, 2020 | Close to Home
I’m six and half years old, a nuggety kid who can ride a bike faster than my brothers, except for my older brother, who sometimes beats me—actually he almost always beats me. But that’s okay cause my dad rides a horse in the sunshine. It’s a great... by Peter Volkofsky | Author & Life Coach | Sep 16, 2020 | Close to Home
Number One Son plays loud music, angry but somehow sweet; which I like the sound of but don’t catch the lyrics, cause I’m the old dad these days and he’s in high school blur-land. I could tell him about bands like that, which I liked when I was in school, but there’s...
