Bellows of wind and rain, as affectionate as needles of ice, doctors through my skin to pierce my mind and remind me i’m alive. I’ve volunteered myself onto a patio chair, watching my washing flail helplessly above my chained, unused bicycle. Cold is an understatement. Thunder thunders. Knysna may be close to summer but probable snow on the mountains tonight will suggest that god lied…again. Truth is Vee, the the dog, come to visit as well as the journey of half of the half jack of Old Brown Sherry from … Continue reading →
Closer to god? Why would i want thatâ€¦iâ€™m already burning from here. A fool with questions would want thatâ€¦maybe itâ€™s certain that iâ€™m a fool.