Beneath the silent stillness of early morning, I hear the city’s subliminal thrum. It emerges from the shadows, rising to a roar if you acknowledge it. Fears coalesce that way, too. So do secrets, like the one you thought you’d kept from me.
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