The Stories come seeking
Stories that want to be told come in through the eastern window in the morning, or sometimes down onto the roof with the rain. There's…
mornings with answers
There were floating blue spheres in my dream, a room with a happy baby, Sam Orr playing with a string group on a balcony outside…
time folds
Somewhere after the second sip time folded in on itself. It was 7am only a moment ago when I put my second coffee down to…