It’s no accident that theatrical tragedies have been so popular for millenia, that clowns wear a frown or success often rises from the ashes of…

A Poem With willing fleshAnd heart repleteA thousand miles these feet would walkIn searing heat These heavy eyesWould gladly gazeUpon the sun’s relentlessincandescent rays But…

A Final Eulogy It’s been nearly four months since my mum died and this weekend the family got together to scatter her ashes. I was…