Ever since the day of the Fateful light, the Holy light, the Celestial light or whatever the historians in the high fingered towers called it, Frizzlefish, had been depressed. Initially he had been cross that he had missed the alignment, well cross was a little bit of an understatement… perhaps livid had come closer to …
Tag Archives: dean
Nettling
Come early Spring and the woodlands, so long barren and chill start to revive with life. And every year this still fills me with wonderment and surprise. As a frequent visitor to the forests in Winter I have become accustomed to these silent wide open spaces. To see the spaces between the trees being filled …
adventures in rhyme and space 