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…
I seek privacy
I seek privacy while I taste these new things. These ideas and thoughts that co-mingle inside my being, each one changing the colour and tone…
humbled and human
I want to write. There is much change filtering through the waters of late January, and I find myself at odds with the urge to…