2020
It is the weight of this year, The heaviness of each dark morning, The silence of the first waking, And the emptiness of air Where once warmth was, That makes… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Writing
The Loss Of Words
I’m now on the 151st day of my own personal lockdown, and only just realised it’s almost two months since I posted anything here. I don’t often talk about my… Continue Reading
Speakers For The Dead
Dear Ren, By way of a terrible piece of timing, I have just got back from my daily walk drenched to the skin, and my skin exercised by the hailstorm… Continue Reading
Of Pestilence and Politics
Dear R, I’m so glad you’ve written to me. It’s been a long time, and I know that both you and I have been distracted from our correspondence by the… Continue Reading
An Accidental Century
All night he’s fought the urge to call her, to hear her voice, to go to her, to lose himself in her arms. Now, out in the middle, on the… Continue Reading