Up the Lickeys

My city rage is calmed by my escape:
The traffic’s groan is fading into larks,
And all the world seems rounder in its shape
As I slow my soul to walk through Cofton Park. Continue reading “Up the Lickeys”

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You are an Alien

It is inconceivable to us that aliens would simply find us, well, alien. That would take humility and imagination and human beings are deficient in both. We assume our space brothers are expecting us to turn up at their party, waiting for us with open arms (or tentacles). But what if these space brothers have breath like dog muck, vomit on their Continue reading “You are an Alien”