Beyond the glass
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye The half-light of a winter morning swallows the stars, revealing a world frosted with white. The dog, redefining the phrase ‘global warming’, lays across the threshold, letting the heat escape from my comfort zone. Cold seeps in, reality nips at my fingers and mind. The seasons meet on my threshold; only a transparent veil of glass separates me from the winter. … Read More Beyond the glass
Sun in Gemini 
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