The star flittered into her mouth Sticking fast No sustenance could pass An asterial blockage She tried to cough it out And then… The star had run down her throat Ripping the stomaches lining Passing through in bloody disgorge She lay dying in the star birth It flew into the sky
Merry Christmas, Yule, Midwinter etc…. I like to snug down and write in the winter and we’ve also created an indoor fire/story telling circle using LED lights and empty loo roll tubes – I hope you are all having an equally cosy time if you live in colder climes and a cool festive times if […]
In a funk, refusing to think as the world has dragged you down so deep into a fug that you ain’t ever getting back up and out of it. But there it is, on the building. THINK BIG And you laugh ‘cos you are no longer a kid and the kids are around you looking […]