I once walked those bare hills, viewed the valleys with their scars.
Author: Pam Swanborough
writing and other occupations
Life Dies
Balloons fly, Burst, fall...
In the footsteps
In the footsteps we could fit you, you were small...
Recreating the High Street
On the first day after the humans have gone,/ a bramble pokes through a crack in paving/...
She wants to see the Birds
“I only want to see the birds!” She whined, her arms up-stretched And fingers splayed, begging...
The Parable of the Virus and the Vaccine
Man felt incredibly pleased with himself, sitting as he did, on the very top of the food chain...
Daisy’s Perfect Day
‘Daisy, please come to the front of the classroom and read out your story...'
Darling
Barkindji are weeping for their Baarka mother -
Ériu, Banba and Fodhla Go to Lanzarote
The sleeping goddesses in the aisle seats would have radiated a celestial emerald light had Banba not cast a protective, dulling shield over the sozzled pair...
Finding Under Difficult Circumstances
By the time you read this anything might have happened. She might have fallen in love by the time you read this. By the time you read this she might be dead. For that’s just how it works. Don’t feel bad for reading. It’s just how things work...
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