A short story written early to mark remembrance day. He asked why the flowers lay at the foot of the gravestone. All about them the wild wind whipped up flurries of leaves in its lament; a swirling storm of rusty oranges and muted browns twisting round trees and graves like an ever moving mist. TheContinue reading “A grave to remember”
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Remembering the Faces
Today was Remembrance Sunday in the Uk.Usually I spend the two minutes of silence thinking of all the battlefields and war zones – imagining them without gloss or shine, with the mud and pain. I can’t say it’s accurate ( all I have are words, films and pictures to go on ), only that itContinue reading “Remembering the Faces”
Musings of Waking in the World 