by P.J. on March 1, 2025 at 10:25 am
By PJ It is the strangest thing, but I strongly believe that I have lived a past life.I can’t remember all the details. The memories are a little fuzzy. It feels sometimes as if they are within reach, then in an instant, they fade away, like a light bulb going out and all that is
by Lillian Bradbury on March 1, 2025 at 10:21 am
By Lillian Bradbury We are given life, we survive, we are protected.A region of gasses and vapours enclosedYet moving freely around our earthThey show a celestial sphere of bodies, luminous in the night sky. A waxing moon reveals the outline of hills silhouetted as light fades.And then charcoal clouds scud across, blocking out the starlightThe
by Lillian Bradbury on March 1, 2025 at 10:16 am
By Lillian Bradbury Nest building, cooing and couples a-wooingThe sound of a cuckoo somewhere.The vernal compulsions of buds through expulsionsBrings sweetness and life to the air. The first point of Aries when regrowth, it variesAs nature ascends from the earthSurging and sprouting it’s time for an outingAs we herald the signs of new birth. The
by Lillian Bradbury on March 1, 2025 at 10:11 am
By Lillian Bradbury Upon earth’s mantle we take different pathsSome travel across deserts scorched with droughtOr moraine climes where rocks and crags litterOthers cross terrains of wilderness, volcanic matter and ash. Striatal layers of minerals are laid down.Marble and gemstones, granite and shingle,Particles upon particles from sandstone,shale and rotting vegetationFlintstone; animals; slate and gasses, dense
by Lillian Bradbury on March 1, 2025 at 10:08 am
By Lillian Bradbury I remember the first time I saw you. A small gnome-like figure, squatting on your haunches inspecting a laurel bush. The leaves were mottled with earthy brown patches, and you brought the young tender branches nearer, almost touching your large hooked nose. Your small beady eyes were squinting beneath wiry wayward brows.