Whisper in the Wind

To all the brave souls lost to cancer. And the legacy of strength they have left behind . Pasty-lipped dried eyed dreamer hair fallen from your crest, Let me listen to your story as I listen to them best, As a selfish soul imprisoned in illusion not your own, Time and issue miles behind you only…

The Old Victiorian House of Riley

Hello Blogland, We have finally reached the month of July together. It’s that time again for summer heat, bathing suites and BBQ’s galore. I should say that after a bit of a turbulent first half of the year things seem to be winding down to something more enjoyable. Writing has of course come greatly into…