Last Day

Heart racing as if a mile had been lost,at odds with the stillness of a newly emptied room,taking in the failureof pencils on the floor,chairs in wrong placesand books left on tables. Who will walk these kids through Middle Earth,take them on journeys with Lyra or David,share Palacio’s Wonder? Who will support Jeff Kinney’s pages,whisper…

Early Coffee

Early Coffee A mug steams in a frosty garden.By hedge of hawthorn, hazel and elder,wisps of gently snaking vapour disappearlike tired thoughts or a lost name.Hiding in the corner of a shed window,the act of observing a reflectioncauses mirrored shadows to change;sudden complaints from small birdsburst out and end abruptlywith the ghostly presenceof an early…