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Daily Archives: January 7, 2018
It had taken him a long time, he had journeyed across three continents over 10 years in his quest, but now, finally, his search had come to an end. He had found her, and he would never let her go. … Continue reading
She was returning from school. Her pace a cocktail of walking briskly, tip toeing, jogging and kicking random rocks, depending on her mood and magnitude of exhaustion. Her back hunched under the weight of abnormally heavy bag. She sometimes would … Continue reading
Reblogged from Tangental: Regular readers will recognise the heading. Last year I decided to pull together a memoir of my time with my mother, post dad. I’ve now finished it and it’s in for editing. This post, like so many, comes with a … Continue reading
Nancy clung to the base of a gas street lamp just across the street from St. Andrews shivering as she listened to the beautiful hymns and organ music late on Christmas Eve. The tiny child’s clothes were too thin to … Continue reading
My eyesight may not be all it once was, but even from a distance, the sheep in the field looked a bit odd. We have found many strange and wonderful things in and around the village of Birchover, but they … Continue reading
Life and Death of a Rose The rose vine twines, Reflected in the pane, The occupier looks out, Confined to bed again. The rose vine buds, Depicting life anew, The occupier strains, To look out on skies of blue. The … Continue reading
The half-light of a winter morning swallows the stars, revealing a world frosted with white. The dog, redefining the phrase ‘global warming’, lays across the threshold, letting the heat escape from my comfort zone. Cold seeps in, reality nips at … Continue reading