On Sunday mornings I allow myself to get excited about the world that I haven’t seen - which is much of it. I envision myself on passenger ships steaming into ports and writing in a spiral bound notebook my first impressions of the living panorama. Doors open. I flick through pages and pages of blogs… Continue reading In my own words – places not yet travelled.
Life is a storybook and I'm trying to accept these characters For what they're destined to be Trying to accept the fates and fortunes The fools and follies The givers and takers The glass-half-broken folks And people who claim to have no glass I need you. More than I've needed most things, because I'm scared of… Continue reading a person abroad.
my heart is a carpenter's light fixture exposed wires, dusty lightbulb hanging above the room (perhaps the elephant within it) above the truth a quiet referendum all the flowers have been picked my grief untethered. M.