Quilty 23rd August 2017 Below the cliff, strata of the old world rises through the sand. Life hangs on, muscles with all […]
Where once I turned pages now my thumb slides and the stories swipe left and right tapped into existence each new image […]
Standing above the flow That washes through history fields once filled with blood of victory still haunt the present Old routes meander […]
Brittas Bay 9th August 2017 The sun tried to stay and the wind would not leave. The sea growled bright turquoise lies; […]