Digger ran out of the gate ahead of them and ran back, shouting happily. “No, Digger, stay here!” called Painter. “Stay here!"
Author: Pam Swanborough
writing and other occupations
Loss
We know what it means to lose.
On Hope
by Roger Black Hope sleeps and dreams of sweet scentsof rose and jasmine When she awakens she is thirstyand drinks holy water.Hope is hot, the Earth is hot.She wishes something would stopthe forests burning.But doesn't know who to turn to.Maybe you dear reader.Do you know what to do?To save us from ourselves.When I awake I stare … Continue reading On Hope
Tales from the Nab: Easter
Through the binoculars, Reader could see crabs on the body. Whoever it had been was no longer recognizable, not even to a mother...
We will never surrender
I asked you nice, even said please But you think me a fool, who should crawl on his knees.
Haiki Leaf 1
Much as we may try...
Fueling Failure
The atmosphere is increasingly thick with recriminations...
In the Ending
He was gazing moodily down at the sea when Gabriel found him.
