Bask In The Glory Days

It’s not often I am told to bask in the glory. So I am doing it. Willingly. Does this mean to take a break also? Perhaps. Perhaps not. I enjoy writing and to stop would be akin to¬†cutting off a limb (no rhyme intended) So I will carry on writing and gaining the plaudits ofContinue reading “Bask In The Glory Days”


Something Soft

I wished for something soft on the harsh windswept streets of my hometown. What I got was something that squirmed and became hard when I was soft In my hometown, I went on the search for drugs soft in the head for what laid on my bed. Another stayed in my head all the whileContinue reading “Something Soft”