Down by the Shore

I wrote this poem a while ago but I kept it quietly in my notebook because I felt that the words were given to me as comfort in a difficult time rather than pretty lyrics for show. It doesn’t have a title because there isn’t really one which springs out for it. When We Were Young … More Down by the Shore

The Call

In the early light, the mist begins to clear and I can make out the shapes of their conical hats. Woven baskets, already beginning to fill hang heavy on their hips as they bend and straighten, bend and straighten. Except that the older ones are no longer able to stand as tall as they once … More The Call