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Cross the field scrabbling muddy from the brookwe run on oblivious to the painshooting bolts of electricityup and down the shattered tendons in our legsor the burning lungs that remind…
Cross the field scrabbling muddy from the brookwe run on oblivious to the painshooting bolts of electricityup and down the shattered tendons in our legsor the burning lungs that remind…
Each raindrop fallsa miniature explosionin the dustshooting tiny parcelsof scent skywardin the breezeto hint a promiseof hope beneaththe blackened hillsbeyond the wildfire. (thinking of my home province thirsting for rain…
You would think with a week off I would have had more time for sketching. Sadly it was a busy week, almost had to go back to work for a…
Repeat after me – “Earworms are not evil”. There, feel better now? Earworms, for the uninitiated, are those lovely songs that once heard rattle around in your brain for hours,…
I like Curried Anything – spicy and sweet preferred. With the weather turning cooler and rainy today, what a fine chance to haul out my soup pot and make something…