The Moons of Mountain Ana VII…
Poignant stuff from Stu.
You may come this way a thousand times And sense that space of place unfold But it will never speak to you Until your will is mine — Or watch your boots leave prints A lifetime long But they will never lead to you Until your will is mine — Or trace the rising sun Through trees that hiss and leaves that turn … Read More Until your will is mine…
Sue Vincent’s prompt this week for her #writephoto series is: I’ve told old Hotspur about it before – waiting at the foot of the stairs like that. He wasn’t there a minute ago, he was standing to attention like me in the old cellar, abandoned but dutiful down here… The sliding of youthful slippers on the worn stone, three circuits of the spiral upwards, … Read More Tick, tock -#writephoto
I’m not known for toilet humour. I’m sure it has its place, but, usually, not in my blogs. One of the undoubted reasons for this is that, when on long journeys, my wife and I are, as we describe it, somewhat ‘anally’ fixated when it comes to planning our day vis-a-vis toilet visits. We’re not talking trivial liquids, here; we’re talking the expulsion … Read More Horizontal in Dubai
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