Always, and forever

I wrote a song once about my last man. In it, I said we’d be together till we were ninety-nine.…

The City under the Stone

Do you ever wonder how they got there? All these stones down by the river. Some speckled with silver, catching…

Pretend People

Terentia is invited to speak at a local library about writing. A well known but ageing author, her latest manuscript…

Are cows happy?

I don’t know about you but I look at cows, chomping away in their meadows, and think, nice life. (For…