Poem: Cold

It’s cold outside, My windows – opaque. Toes –  curled up tight. Hands – beginning to shake.   Amber embers of fire flicker, I begin to rock. My breath in the air grows thicker, There’s a hole in my sock.   The fat black cat returns back, She always let’s in the cold. I boltContinue reading “Poem: Cold”

Oh The Quarrels Of Buying A New Camera

So, I’m not placing any bets on becoming the next Steven Spielberg anytime soon, although needless to say I quite fancy my chances at dabbling in a bit of vlogging in the near future. In addition to perhaps snapping a few odd pictures of  little wilting dandelions, or, if I time it right, the mugshotContinue reading “Oh The Quarrels Of Buying A New Camera”