Islands of Hope
Waters of Warmth Specks of seedlings are strewn across the empty plant pots on the balcony. The flowers or salad they held are now mostly long gone, with the exception of a single nasturtium and a sprawling and exceedingly hardy…
Tag nomad
Farewell Asia, Hello Europe
My, aren’t you dark and cold? Here, in the town at the end of the world*, where the railway and road run out of room and the sea has a beginning, the light is always magically special. This is the…
A Work In Progress
…and, no doubt, I’ll get things wrong. Bear with me. At this time of year, in this place, the mountain exhales at night. Her breath is cool and descends to the city below, bringing with it the scent of the…
WIP TKBabyBonus 22.03.19 1092 Words
Today was a good day; there were things I knew needed to be said in this story and said they were. Fast. Remember, each of these wordcounts, unless you are told otherwise, is from a single 30 minute session. No…