Белая Ночь (White Night)
Poem White night, wan night, Winter gloaming has come, A single song on the crusty snow Dies from the beak of a bird Who has sung too late; He’s the last one and...
Tagged: soul search
Cold Light
Poem When my world went cold and dark You put a bright flame up Lit the darkest corners I am drawn to it Yet Much of me feels I’m not supposed To be...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 26
Serial Fiction Novel ‘I will not piss on top of the potatoes.’ He smiled ‘I certainly hope so.’ He grinned, chewing on a piece of dried meat. ‘Only the goal matters. Focus on the...
