Poem

Another pathetic poem about an old bloke who misses his Dad, and the opportunities to engage with him that he missed. There, if that doesn't encourage you all, nothing will.

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] … Some thought the writer sheltered there in rocky cleft in rainstorm …

Darlings And we are talking about flights. Of longitude, latitude and madness. How this triplet can swarm over our canals of doubt — pierce through...

A Cat-Proof Fence Clouds drifting, Atlantic squalls, each one a metaphor of sorts, daydreams dissipate like rain falling on warm sands. There’s a...