Mountain Pressure
Dread, dread, dread. The forest is dark and full of autumn, chewed over by winter frosts and snows. There is a crunch to it as the sun sets behind the traveller making her way up the mountainside to the refuge … Read the rest
Month: January 2018
I’ll Be Your Mirror
A Short Story – In which there is a death in the family.
Keith Kinsey gets out of his Mercedes. He takes the air. There are olive and orange trees around the front of his father’s house. There is mangrove … Read the rest
Tides Turn
Beyond the peace that flowed from her rest
Is an early morning room, with her eyes open,
Looking up into the tepid sunlight directly above her face.
A cold place, an ocean of calm, wretched wrecking pain.
She left … Read the rest