When you free a bird from your hand and cast it into the firmament its freedom is your hope, though its flight is irrelevant, and so it is with your words, where they fly they cannot be stopped but they must be released or that crippled mute called fear will cast deafness upon the world.
Why A Maverick? There are incidents in life that not only shape your character but shape your future too, often in a profound way. Recently whilst watching my flock of homing pigeons flying in a cloudless sky apparently for the sheer joy of it, I had a flashback to my youth. My dad was a […]
Have you ever tried a honest days work? 13 BLACK Neither a borrower nor a lender be is a phrase that does not sit comfortably with modern attitudes. Its origin is Shakespearian and is evincive of the perils of not cutting your coat according to your cloth. The satisfaction of not sleeping with the […]
A short poem of personal reconciliation LONG SHADOWS A blackbird sang upon a wire A song as old as time Beneath him crept a callow youth Bereft of thought or rhyme With gun in hand the prize was near No conscience lived to heed Led by his new born rottenness The hunter drew a bead […]