Almost-familiar treelines blurred at the edge of my vision as I hurtled onward into the oblivion of lost self; I let truth’s heart-strings, my inner essence, flap like a rag doll trailing in the slipstream before it was ripped from my grasp.
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