Seeing as we're skipping spring and going straight into summer and a mini heatwave, I thought this poem would be quite appropriate:     The last breeze they remember seemed a lifetime ago, a legend passed down through generations to regale a time when they didn’t squirm beneath the arching sun that melted their brains. … Continue reading Heatwave

Sunset They watched the sunset from a rocky cliff, the wind rushing through their hair. Pale reflections of the setting sun danced upon the waves of the ocean, so beautiful was the evening light. They watched the sun sink without trace, spilling its light into fathoms deep. Folds of darkness rippled about them like the … Continue reading Sunset