A Taste of Freedom The gulls are all going crazy both in the sky and the recently smart bomb ploughed fields and factories that as yet remain standing behind my old banked barn .. There must be something going on back there surely to...

Why Time is Such an Able Thief It feels like autumn already .. I’ve got that lead in my limbs again feeling like a desert is almost upon me .. Dear lord, how can we both possibly survive like this on the same page with such...

Fickle Mirrors Dear lord how I have grown to despise, deny and to cry shy of mirrors and the increasing remoteness they leave me here to wrestle with throughout what is essentially left of our dotage .. Yet not so very long ago I did love each...