The Forest

The Sun in the eve’ leaving like a mother her babe She stays upon the horizon for as long as possible before she must sink below the ground The dark of night is a father, strong and solid He stands stern over us, putting on a brave face as he knows what is to come … Continue reading The Forest

Jack of the Hill

It was a small cottage. Everything on the coast was small. Its roads were narrow, its villages were squashed into the tiny plain of lands. The sheep of the villages at the bottom of the hill were thin, unfed creatures. They couldn’t feast upon the dry and dead forests that surrounded Delmire. The useless trees … Continue reading Jack of the Hill