The blues came by to spy out homes For cold and dark to make some groans They are nasty spikey crawly things Hah they dont even have proper wings But I know how to make them run Tis me that’s was going to have some fun I find a smile and let it out Hah… Continue reading Fighting the blues
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery
Poetry, Memory and the uncanny- woven into words
