Welcome to my Blog: A Six-Part Story Involving Several Minor Crimes and the Cultivation of the Greatest Love of my Life

Part One: The Unveiling I remember, vividly, how my oldest sister bought me a novel when I was eight. Up until then I regarded books with spines as something sacred for adults, more so, if their covers were not illustrated in primary colours and their pages contained no pictures, you probably needed a license to… Continue reading Welcome to my Blog: A Six-Part Story Involving Several Minor Crimes and the Cultivation of the Greatest Love of my Life

The Value of Nostalgia

Nostalgia is the vapour left after moments have been lived. Existing incorporeally as intangibility and wisp Gift-wrapped in the fog of memory, And shrouded in comfort’s haze - Space-time yields to the demands of thought: Nostalgia can be warm, Playful and exciting Evoking summer’s recollections Of iced desserts and sand-encrusted feet The sticky marks of… Continue reading The Value of Nostalgia