Monthly Archives: February 2017

I Have Died

Only after I died did I start to realise the truths of my living. It seemed I’d live it all backwards; starting in naivety and ending in disillusion and, sometimes, bitterness. Had I started with bitterness or confusion and advanced … Continue reading

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I Need Not Permission to Love

I need not permission to love this sweet land When soft beckons nostalgia, her kindly open hands I remember a thousand years, then a thousand thousand more Reaching for pebbles on any any shore The large tale is told, breathed … Continue reading

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