‘bereaved’

once upon a time Looking to the skies for the stars to guide you, and perhaps you do it less as you grow older, but you still look to the north star, your bright, constant reassurance. You still know it will be there, and you, you are my north star, my constant, and now you … Continue reading ‘bereaved’

Book 4-ish, Chapter 1. Aka, a reflection on the word ‘again’

Oh look, I've started another blog. This can, more generally, be defined thus: I have succumbed, again, to a strange desire - present in greater or lesser levels pretty much constantly - to publish online a series of short texts which are unlikely to mean anything to anyone except me, again. I wonder why, again. … Continue reading Book 4-ish, Chapter 1. Aka, a reflection on the word ‘again’