There are two boxes in my attic. It is so gloomy I can’t make out where the walls are, but the space around me speaks of vastness; my footsteps echo...
No, you said. Speak now. Every day. We can fix this. Can't get rid of me that easy. No rest for the wicked means no sleep. Seeds of doubt long buried...
The late winter sunlight casts a thin glow over Marienplatz, the heart of Munich. Partial swathes of snow coat the mottled grey stone of the Rathaus...
Warm mossy haven A carpet of green The stories she weaves With her silver tongue and voice of gold Heavy raindrops bring their shimmer of cold Scent...
And spring is bringing with it all the colours And all the promises of summers past And dandelions bursting through the ivy And lovers daisy-chained...