What if we stopped
What if we stopped wedging ourselves into tight small minded spaces which don’t fit our shape at all What if we stopped adjusting our...
Whispers
The Breeze blew stronger than usual. It was a dull, grey day and the heavy slate tinted clouds were hanging deep over the wild foaming...
Ode to Kerry
Dark clouds hang on the light sunk sky as if they wanted to tell the almost unbearable gleaming of the horizon to straighten up and...
