the story of the antique ring
Do you remember? We’d given up on the high street jewelers. The rings fit on your finger, but they just didn’t fit us. A few…
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Ian, my brother
Would you like to visit us in Hamilton? I have a cottage I do not use. I know this place is expensive: you can stay…
my favourite colour
There is no colour called love in this world.Yet how thoroughly it has dyed my heart~Lady Kasa, Japan, mid-8th century People have been using the…
it’s not about me
it’s not about me,said the wind,the leafthe branch, the tree it’s not about me,said the moon,the tide,the shoals, the sea no, it’s not about me,said…
loving service
Loving service is the natural position of the soul.Sanatana dharma He skipped lunch to rush home for half an hour as she was engulfed in…
it might have been us
The people in this photograph are neither me nor my mother.My mother was diagnosed with cyclothymia. All the family was dragged along in cycles of…
bobby lacing words
Papers scattered, his art hanging on walls.Somewherein the Northern hemisphere,breathing on the equator East, an ocean away,flown over every nightAt times, between deluges,a rainbowfusingthe Caribbean…
Polly and Cliff
Polly dealt with the news of her husband’s illness as she had dealt with most things that threatened to blow her life off course. She…
may days
though your dress conforms, your manners comport, though the offences you give, may be measured at naught, though in society’s net, you are inevitably caught,…
cry me a river… if we lose our innocence
And how are you? Good. We feel the revolution biting us, but we have no great fears. Everyone is fighting for a new country, a…