I breathed in the French countryside and the solitude, leaving the shutters open for the night.
At first, I thought I heard whispering. I felt a ghostly hand caress my head.
But I didn’t panic until the room filled with flapping wings.
Writer, Artist, Designer
"5 minute walks"
A sailboat, a couple, and their little dog too.
Where your words matter.
Poems | England | Staffordshire | East Anglia | Northern Ireland | The Needwood Poems.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
Christine Hanolsy, Author
The road to the forum is paved with good intentions.
Paper and Salt attempts to recreate and reinterpret dishes that iconic authors discuss in their letters, diaries and fiction. Part food and recipe blog, part historical discussion, part literary fangirl-ing.
Eyes ten degrees above the horizon