Blog, Poems, Writing

There is a crack, a crack

” The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don’t dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ah the wars they will be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again bought and sold and bought again the dove is never free. Ring the bells that…

Continue Reading
Blog, Poems, Travel, Writing

Conversations in transit 2

We stood on the chilling porch me in a warm dress, and thermal innerwear, Big wool socks, hidden beneath big bright shoes In colours of fluorescent, and now some cold. Layering is the trick they say A dress, under a sweater, under a big, fat jacket. And stockings to go with. Him in a big, fat jacket and shorts and…

Continue Reading