Sep 26, 2026 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
‘I saw Major Griffiths and his wife running round the deck naked the other morning,’ I said. ‘You call that dotty?’ Miss Trefusis said with a snort. ‘That’s normal. ‘ ‘I didn’t think so.’ ‘You’ve...
Jan 5, 2015 | Featured, Fiction, Poetry |
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed...
