Updated: Jul 7, 2020
You have seen so many faces hiding so much humanity, heavy, burdened, your glass sharp, clear in intent to speak truth to light, giving only reflective counsel, insight to those who would see for themselves. But your oak frame has darkened, cracked under interrogation, wearied of bearing witness to the toll light takes as time ticks by, and I ask myself what I see in you, and are you likely to see me through.
It was down to bone on bone they said, but he shouldered on as each year ground on the year before until much to do was hard to reach so he succumbed to the surgeon’s cut, the incisive smile of an ope
We shouldn't personify inanimate objects It's patronising and they don't like it On my morning foreshore walk I met a stone, grey and worn like me but a curious shape and comfortable in my palm. Each
I follow the news but do not set the pace teach what I was taught without invention and hook my carriage to a steady train the Thursday in a busy week one well aware of precedent and protocol the univ