My big brother Jon packed a snowball with mittened hands. “It’s fake.” “What’s fake?” I knew what he was about to say. Sometimes when it’s your brother you just have to listen. He threw the snowball at me. “The snow. Fake. Made of plastic.” He started mak...
Hold the moon in your palm.Remind yourself who you really are.See darkness in the sunshine.See brightness in the dark.Swim in life's oceans, breathe in the wild breeze.Give without expectation, venture out into the world.Be brave, set out after what you w...
Everything is dead or dying, My brother tells me. There isnothing alive and green.I run to the window and show hima beauty like none elsewhere but here.Look, I tell him pointing, the bushes areboldly green. Wild do they grow,and so carefree. Can't you see...
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Denlea wasn’t the sort of town you’d expect to see a tattoo-come-body-piercing parlour, but there it stood. 'HIBISCUS - Body Art and Massage' shared a row of grey stone terraced buildings with a chip shop, a boutique for mature ladies, a hardware shop, a...
This was inspired by the words of our own, darklight30 in Sunday Sermon Brothers and Sisters We are all children of the universe, everyone brother and sister. Really does it matter if we are short, tall,large, thin, fat, or small. There are none of us abo...
The brothers had walked many miles, most of them in silence. But for a circling cawing crow, the sky was clear, the air crisp and clean. Green, rolling hills latticed by dry-stonewalls had suddenly turned to a wilderness of golden bracken, bilberry and pu...
