Above all, a good man. Standing outside the slipstream Of mourning Makes someone's death less interesting than a cocktail.

[1] A figure, barely visible As they approached the tents. Her cloak and headscarf billowed hard. The wind appeared incensed. [2] She...

[1] The man was old and crooked, Like so many before. The caretaker of Smuggler’s Perch And owner of the moor. [2] Smuggler’s Perch, the...

I carry lemons around my neck. But not by choice. They sway as I walk And I lean into them. If not, the bitterness batters and blinds me,...

22nd July As I was saying, the tourists were out in force. We played paddle ball for around 10 minutes and then never again on the trip...

Photo by Nsey Benajah on Unsplash. Sent: 26/1, 04:32 From: Frank To: Mike Subject: STOP JUST STOP MIKE I CAN HEAR YOU GURGLING STOP IT...