After the Thaw Squealing terns race off like winged kittens from walled gardens, quilted by overnight flurries. Snow in a frenzy, in a hurry, freefalling in the dark. Mount Brandon's peak an iced cake. Alien snow boulders sit on sterile... Continue Reading →
Licking the Spoon As the huge putty bowl appeared so did I, abandoning Narnia and the fire with poppy red coals. My nine year old ears finely tuned to those cupboard hinges. Grandmother's apron tied in a rush as one... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 