love, poetry


And he entered the giant ballroom. "What an immaculate Black Suit!", they all said. And, he danced and smiled and laughed with them. Eventually, the hall was empty and he stood watching the dying music. "Where to now, Sir", the chauffeur asked."Back to the funeral", he replied sprucing up his Black Suit of mourning. Follow… Continue reading THE BLACK SUiT

life, loss


    And on the window were gathered faces, excited and expectant. Their eyes were sad and unfulfilled. On the floor inside the room lay the ball, miles away from the reach of the children, static and expressionless. The glass was broken where the ball had hit the window, leaving a hole never to be… Continue reading THE SENSE OF LOSS