Snakeskin

  Once, as a child, an explorer, I saw a trace. Tucked between rows of stones in a stonewall lit by sunlight was a shiny near see-through snakeskin.   The fascinating fragile skin was equal to the thing, not a trace it was to me but as real as the snake it had contained.  ... Continue Reading →

When

    When I look out across the water, at times I am caught with the sudden awareness that I may not be beyond these moments, and may not taste again between my lips any spaghetti alle vongole   and when I'm finding my way into the morning and realise, I might not live till... Continue Reading →

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