This is my home Where I sit in silence and let the world float by on black rivers of bitumen… Read more Lockdown (but this is my home)
This is my home Where I sit in silence and let the world float by on black rivers of bitumen… Read more Lockdown (but this is my home)
Small shite it grows in the light a forest of green in a bucket of skyfe twisting onward and upward… Read more The arborist’s first grandchild (one in, one out)
Stitches seep across burnt skinwounds that weep ounce sewing pinssinew shapes turn sutured tracksalong yellow shoulders, down purple back Green… Read more Fences
When we knew each other we barely had the time to look into each other’s faces Whenever we did you… Read more Interchangeable eyes
This week we begin ‘what we are reading’ with the ‘Book of Life’. Written by an author of unknown origin,… Read more A colourful life (what we are reading 4)