Writing | Sep 2017
It is a story of fragile hope then and now, for we live in unpredictable times. It was ever thus... more»
At night it was light and from the bed in my grandparent's house, I could look through the open curtains to the ocean and watch the midnight sun. more»
This will pass like the sun rising.
This will pass like a breath of wind
across the face of a leaf... more»