Home of all Homes


There is no mistaking she’s alive.
My hands on the grass receive her touch
And I detect her pulse within my blood,
Her breath within my breath. In my stillness Continue reading “Home of all Homes”


Albert’s Great War

“A full bag today, Albert.”
“Oh, Aye.”
“There’s a lot of them brown envelopes – War Office ones… ”
“Oh, Aye.”
“Any news from Tommy, lately?”
“No.” Continue reading “Albert’s Great War”