Jewel-green fields, sodden from the constant rain, roll away from my feet. I sink deeper into the mud of the land; silted layers of history and people.
Like a tree, I reach my bare toes into the soil and put down roots.
"5 minute walks"
food, beauty, happiness.
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
The road to the forum is paved with good intentions.
Mostly unfinished stories primarily produced as a direct result of my association with the OC Writers Guild
A Clairvoyant Journey. One Life. One Quest. Find the Truth.
My Great Aunt Norah's wartime diaries, 1938-1948
Confessions of a Grammar Ghoul