The colloidal drapes of uneasy night Billow around the Reverend Newstead As she treads between the glowing crosses One last time before going into exile, The crosses pulsing with power,

A professor looks at retirement.

Chapter Five...but the record number of letters that Shelly had ever had to post in one day was thirty eight. It was costly and debilitating; especially in the early days when Sammy insisted that his letters had to be posted immediately. When they’d moved house, while other buyers might be looking at the proximity of schools and shops, Shelly and John only cared about the nearest post box. They had one on the corner of the street.

My route passes by a slough of murky water, good for ducks; dozens of them as they feather in flight, no time for bonding right now, only for scooting on by.

Part One of something I'm working on.

I was speechless....

A FORCED INTROSPECTION P.K.ROUTRAY Today 11th July is world population day, 500 billion marks human population has touched, the census does say.

Jakes out and gets a helping hand...

I am high now above you, knotting my way Through turbulent tongues of wind and A time difference. I try to map you out in the clouds, Thick, airborne globules of Whipped, curdling cream.