They leave their base as the sun dips below the earth It's dusk as they take flightsquadron after squadronstealth coating,scolluped wings and pointy noses.Somewhere in the skythe squadrons separateand seperate again.With radar like accuracyeach individual finds its targeteach target...

They ask me what I do all daynow I've left the working life,"Oh nothing much," I always sayand spare them all the strife. But today I rose and breakfasted,and stripped the bed down bare,put three loads of washing onand hung...

Love’s always been a tricky concept for me to articulate. The moment it depends on reasons, it stops being love and turns into an exchange,something that lasts only as long as the reasons do.Ask your partner why they love...