On my trip I got to meet Amal, who got tired out and had to rest. He has a place behind the desk on the windowsill where he likes to have a contemplative time out.
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
A budding doc's attempt at poetry