Sunday, September 15, 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
After all, we are all protected by a flapping yellow and red cloth on a stick.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Today it's the smell of wheat and the comfort of daisies that stares back at me. I acknowledge them and move on, leaving it for someone else who might miss the pleasure of things.
The fishing boat rises and falls on the turbulent blue-black sea. One moment I see it, riding high. The next it is barely visible...
What's it like to be someone else? To be young, thoughtful, blessed With possibilities, most probable, ready For all that life can o...
We all like to leave our mark. Some wait for the very end and summarise their life in stone, suspended over a hole in the ground in wh...