Up very early and in my yard: it turns out that my fence is a help to spiders, setting small webs in each metal square. Each web is a small miracle with the sun shining through it and moving in the breeze.
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Tripping the world, slowly
A site for my creative writing endeavors, writing prompt responses, and experimentation.
Things I should be telling myself
A photographic journey through the North of England, Scotland and Wales
dreary poems and rhymes for short attention spans...
beauty is in the eye of the beholder