Monthly Archives: April 2015

The Turkish Carpet In silence come back many things to me which I had long forgotten and things I never knew, I wonder whose hands made this carpet what their name was and what they looked like and how old … Continue reading →

My muse has up and left with the morning breeze and I am left bereft of pretty words and metaphors and things that aim to please those who love to read my poetry and prose God only knows where they … Continue reading →

One night as you lie awake sleepless you come to realize slowly that we are all equally unimportant, we are grains of sand, a complaining, demanding insignificant lot of granules in an endless kitty litter box despite you mums and … Continue reading →