Marchons! (for Rani) by John Drew
The first of Spring – and everything Says Yes. Along the edge Of the field, blossoms in the hedge,...
Read MorePosted by admin | Feb 10, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
The first of Spring – and everything Says Yes. Along the edge Of the field, blossoms in the hedge,...
Read MorePosted by admin | Feb 5, 2025 | Blog, Hand Picked
I check my watch again. 7:50. He’s already five minutes late. I take a step...
Read MorePosted by admin | Feb 5, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
The sun has already set, and darkness is engulfing its poor somber path then...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jan 23, 2025 | Blog, Hand Picked
My tyres flick up gravel which taps against the underside of my car. I shove the wheel to the right as hard as I can but I am going far too fast. I miss the turning, shoot off the road, and bounce away across the...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jan 18, 2025 | Blog, Hand Picked
In the middle of the night, I heard a long screech outside like a fingernail digging into a...
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