The Shadow Garden. As the Sun paints new shadows of the Mountain Ash across my neighbour’s car, the vague old silhouettes of family that age painted upon me dissolve, as I weather the middle years like a prisoner planning his escape to the country air where clear, crisp outlines of Roses will freshen up his…
Day: July 24, 2020
Morning Haiku – 12
Panic eats a Cat. Summer holidays wailing, trapped in a hot car.