Short Stuff
A place to write. Simple, without whistles or bells. A place to wander. Rolling, endless thoughts and ideas. A place to ...
I chose a flat beach stone and scratched our initials on it. Yours on one side, mine on the other. If you were here, I'd have tried skim...
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...
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...
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...