When I picked up a copy of Deborah Crombie's No Mark Upon Her (Pan, 2011) my expectations weren't high. The cover showed a misty river scene complete...
Open skies are deceptive, Their bland innocence hides The falling speck; becoming A scar decades raw. Under the same sky A new world slumbers, Blooms...
In green solitude, nature's castle laid open; The end attached to all beginnings; The seed tracks back to zero, Through loam dominion dwindles, First...