Orb’s Return (Poetry)
Beyond the murk The ire of dragon long impaled on wretched lance Encircled in a bitter trial. Sacred heart and evil dance And hemlock burns in desperate pale Beyond and through the cries of night Bewitched and thrice behove of
A Novel Approach
Beyond the murk The ire of dragon long impaled on wretched lance Encircled in a bitter trial. Sacred heart and evil dance And hemlock burns in desperate pale Beyond and through the cries of night Bewitched and thrice behove of
When I was a young child a little girl called Fiona Harvey was kidnapped from the same town where I lived. Parents of that town – my parents, my friends’ parents – clamped down on our freedom out of concern
A week or so ago I had one of those sparks of inspiration that usually stop me short as I backtrack in amazement to work out how my brain cobbled together something that seems so, well, inspired. I was tidying
The long awaited update post. I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl in December – another easy homebirth, but another silent reflux baby. She hasn’t yet fully outgrown the reflux, but she started crawling at six months and is