Love

August lawns mowed for the last time. Churchyard Conkers already fall into the hands of a child at Deep Cover. Autumn wants it. Summer refuses. These...

The rift between us has grown into marshland..

A thought occurred to him: What if he could remove the obstacle to Katulu's suffering? Like removing a stone from a river so that perhaps that which troubled him would flow clean and he might wake upon his own volition. The lizard man breathed deeply and then exhaled in a silent sigh, as he felt a new decision pull at him. He held the staff high and with great force called out in his mind: I call upon my silent helpers

The night so cold, so calm Quiet and lonely The evening is gone and daylight is no more In my eyes the sadness and sorrow of a lost soul Wondering...