I’m here to advocate for fan fiction.Read More
To love this shadow of a silhouette
A person I have never met.
It’s been six months since I started blogging…Read More
I am angry about Brexit.
Or should that be Fuck-it?
The mournful note of the deepest strings Marks the night with its slowest song. Footsteps falter as they pass by, Drawn to the darkness of the music and To hold each other in the midnight hour. His cap is cast at his feet asking for that Shower of gold and silver from those around, Ears…Read More
Coming soon…Read More
It will stand, a testament to the ages;
To others as to what can be survived.
Be someone who does something:Read More
have listed ten of the books that I adored as a child, and think all children should have the chance to dive into.Read More
Here the air is heavy with words all jostling for space,Read More