Emily Dickinson wrote "Grief is a Mouse - Grief is a Thief - quick startled - Grief is a Juggler - boldest at the Play - Best Grief is Tongueless - before He'll tell -" I won’t feign to know what all this means but I do know grief isn’t just sadness or loneliness like… Continue reading A Reflection on grief
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Winter Road – Short Story
A distant moon, behind ominous clouds, painted the night; snow falling in thick clumps upon the houses in Birmingham. Kate knew this would happen. She whisked around her small apartment, hopping over the clutter on the carpet to switch off her electrics. But she always forgot something, perhaps this was why there was a familiar… Continue reading Winter Road – Short Story