The cat’s cradle

Hold it as a child—could Only the melting snow, Love is a living hope Hope a living hell. Love is a dew lit web Strung across our hearts In love alone do we worship?

All and sundry loosely delved

Stars and there planets, comprise. Hold the orbital, in my eyes. Immense sorrow doesn’t transcend Time want be drawn nearer an end: We can only say “what went wrong”

Book Review: The Coroner by M R Hall

This well crafted, thoughtful and at times genuinely thrilling book is one of, if not the, best crime novels of the year.

CHRISTMAS 1843

Adapted from Stave Three of "A Christmas Carol", this poem describes how people used to spend Xmas

THE PRISONER

In dungeon dank A prisoner moans, Around his feet Lie scattered bones. A feeble light Drips past the bars, Upon his back Are ugly scars. His wrists are gripped By rusting chains,

HAND SIGNS & FOOT NOTES

A hand that rocks a baby's cot A hand that saves the goal bound shot A hand with the answer, held high in the air Two hands pressed together in dutiful prayer.

Nighttime

Sometimes I wake up in the night and I wonder where I am. This thought does not last long, because I sit up and my eyes get used to the dark.

walk on the beach

short beach tale
Cherry

Matilda Fudge and Lord Fruity

A short gentleman who grows fruit and a tall woman who makes dresses fall in love with each other but neither of them knows it.

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