Postcard to My Younger Self

Wish you were here where I am now, no longer craving days without a row, happy family games and fun with Mr, Mrs and the children Bun. No more nightmares in council flats, where we couldn’t have dogs or cats; no more wishing for trips away to break the boredom of school holidays; no more […]

Breathing

each breath secures the high harmony an anchor in a gale blowing dust off the mantelpiece standing on tiptoes clouding the mirror with a steady in and out Kim M. Russell, 18th April 2017 Image found on Pinterest On Day 18 of The Poetry School’s NaPoWriMo prompts, we’re getting started. I’ve linked this post to […]