Diary Of A Blow-In

Afternoon sun shines on slate roofs. Front gardens sit neatly below small square windows, framed with frilly net curtains.  There is no-one around. The quiet is disturbing but the dramatic view of a Rhondda Valley hill, rising up at the bottom end of the road, is breath-taking, as if it was just created, a universe … More Diary Of A Blow-In


                    When I was a chid, I couldn’t imagine where the world began, or ended. There was magic in a rainbow, the friendliness of trees, countless days to play, to dream, until fear, shame, guilt, pain, shadows cast, and the child was lost. Was love ever here? Did it … More Play