Short Stuff
A place to write. Simple, without whistles or bells. A place to wander. Rolling, endless thoughts and ideas. A place to ...
is a song by Kris Drever. Squeezing words into a tune, his voice begs forgiveness for overly tig...
And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing ...
We attended the oncology clinic at The Christie hospital in Manchester throughout the four-and-a-half years of Allyson's illnes...
You catch my eye. You smile and I smile back. I forget and I wonder where you are. Where are you? I forget and I won...
This is a list of the names that I would rather not know. I expect the list will grow longer as some that I have lost fin...