Caller Unknown
The phone call was anticipated. It was Monday and something told me that I would get a response today. The weekend had been an attempt to put all emotions to one side - in so far as the ...
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Controlled Demolition
The motif of the collapsing tower is a residue from teenage years. An old school project focusing on a local landmark that was chosen to occupy a week when most of the school was off on expensive study ...
Moving Through Ages
Losing two teeth in as many days is a strange sensation, made more so by a lack of drama - it was more of an awareness of the painless disintegration of a body part. It was a ghostly ...
Catch
The magic of dusk lures me to the nature reserve, light being a limited commodity and something worth catching. Somehow it never disappoints despite the rigorous one-way walking system that I now reluctantly adhere to, it is also ...
A Quiet Spring Blossom
We are being asked to remake the world, our worlds, everything we have come to rely on has spun out of control, it is disappearing in a vortex and the feeling that accompanies this, is, ...