My promise. Hands clasped to mine we have walked. As giants together we have faced our adventures. And now you face it alone as you have done before. And I face mine as I hurt…
We dream about distance, a journey foretold. We carry belongings, with feelings untold. We stroll along Camino, scenting wild and prickly thyme. Fennel sways in grasses, stand proud the test of time. Escaping all our…
She is seductive, alluring, and she should never be denied self-belief and pride in her own beauty. Beauty belongs to everyone and yet to no one. Love is plenty and can be admired. Love creates…
THE ANSWER IS, DON’T HESITATE, at door or path and garden gate, for out there lies, what’s drawing you, to warm your hands and tootsies through. MAKE NO MISTAKE – You are clear in this to…
I have been free, like an up inspired leaf, floating on a breeze, flittering down, and lifted again. I have been free, in the silence of love when wrapped in a blanket, with warmth contained…
I have searched for a memory – Moontox is calling. She talks of two moons in a sky that is dawning. I wake and remember, what comes after grey, the skies have been darker than…
Ten years of research and a couple of years to write, this is the story of Brighton artist Harry Killbuck. It is a tragic tale. I thought it would be good to start featuring the…
Campello collection “Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,The…