In a gentle curve down the right of the road of my childhood home is a sectioned off piece of dense forest dropping off onto thick soft sand. The sea begins there, or anywhere, even here where I stand, nearly...

She is three times her size when we meet. Grown fat and slow with the passage of time. I enter slowly, unsure about this place I called home for nine years, unsure about how she will react to seeing me....

These trees are bare, the sun bouncing off their arms like golden thread The ground is cold Damp Puddled with desire for another day Of warmth, brief passion Flitting hope These trees, they know how things move Change Risk faith,...