Monthly Archives: June 2017

The Past

by Sarah Frost   What were you thinking, mother When you handed me the slim rectangular package containing a watch, for my tenth birthday as I came to your bed that lonely winter morning? I was mute with my longing

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Czardas

by Noel King   Dust dances in the light above my son’s violin. I am recalling the days I never heard him practise. Being a CEO, I was busy, away a lot, when I was at home it was down-time

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