Voice

I close the cottage door with a soft click and turn onto the road that leads past cottages and bungalows.  The smell of hot earth and sun-scorched hay stubble settles over the village’s fields and lanes, where wilting scarlet poppies congregate. Before the small hump-backed bridge, I turn right, feel prickles of dry grass through […]

Voice of a Bombed Church

My consecrated masonry crumbles and the bones of my joists are split and splintered. Grey light filters through shattered slates and windows, chasing dry dust motes through portals without doors. Thick brick dust trickles.My pointed arches barely withstood destructive forces. The only kindness I receive is from pigeons cooing in my beams,roosting in my ruins. […]