There is much we don’t say – see for ourselves yet our mind picks up the smallest detail, unconscious referenced in sub-conscience.
Sticky and raw, butterflies in ink wrestle through the green, one word or another, whose it may be has mattered littleto the author whose unperturbed conviction was it that papillon may be French,anything from the past could apply anywhere in …
Inscribed on stone for ever lasting certainty, for what cannot be erased in their eyes against the spells and evil.Who would have thought, people felt a need to hide their chants against witches in a cave. Fighting the dark within …
First… A Happy Darwin Day to everyone! As Google teaches us this Tuesday morning, it isn’t just about this humble scientist’s achievements in life – though those of you who previously visited Darwin House on a spring afternoon get a …
Fairy tales live in me,fables coming from my memory There’s water coming out the corner… One cannot help but feel a resentful longing for the summer days and cold winter mornings by the Deal seaside, masts swaying in the wind, …
I put the book down and slip out from under the blanket. A postcard with the painting of a wild rose on a deep, dark background tucked between page 42 and 43.The warmth from the beginning, the child in me …
This is not a coincidence, or a conclusion, merely a reflection of the beginning.Strange how one can put a date to the beginning but not look far beyond what may follow. Perhaps it’s the couple of days before the winter …
The foxes upon my return two nights ago impressed me. So much that, indeed, I dreamed of a fox cub, lying in the snow, almost frozen to death. I pick it up and tuck it under my jumper. I cannot …
When my brother spoke – with a firm conviction that I had never seen in him before – of having a child with thirty, it did not only remind me that he had grown up just so fast but …
Disease. It is an almost gentle word, with a lot of rounded letters, yet only the i hints at something that could affect the greater population. Diseases grow within, and sometimes out of us. But it is often perceived as …
…the meltdown. It’s like a hangover. Just not as painful, or sickening. When you made it with a fair amount of sleep you know you are over the worst. There were times when a meltdown was the final straw to …
