Sun this morning, after driving my son early to catch his bus back to college, through patches of fog with the tops of trees rising like islands, like tree orcas, like mysterious whales, out of the fog as the sun rose.
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Tripping the world, slowly
A site for my creative writing endeavors, writing prompt responses, and experimentation.
EXPLORING THE TEENAGE DIASPORA
Things I should be telling myself
A photographic journey through the North of England, Scotland and Wales
short poems for short attention spans
beauty is in the eye of the beholder