Shouldering the shadows he shuffled the cards and dealt again directly, calming his mind in the mindless losing of his inheritance to his children as they watch hungry.
Month: August 2019
Brexit
Ancient stories tell truths but modern ones lies. Are we called to hear but not to question? each of us thrilled to the sound of hope to be dashed by a creed of half starved children in containers in our streets. ———————— Sweet innocence sold for an ideology forced upon us by men and women… Continue reading Brexit
Weeping Angels
The dust baked blood caked, form flew into a space beneath the breeze, black, blocks; and laying her sweet head she stilled in death. ——————————- The bombs blown, rained, down and little mites murdered dying amidst dust, and and not one to note their passing, from life. ———————— A child’s shrill cry filled a ransacked… Continue reading Weeping Angels