The sun reaches through clouds scattered across the vast Southern African sky, as though announcing the arrival of angels, nourishing my starving, sleeping soul. strands of white heat touch cold orange sand and a lizard pauses to absorb the dying day. The Continue reading “Home”
The Zombie
by Chris Hall (with apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)
Once upon a midnight dire I sat beside the soothing fire,
Supping on a meaty stew the cook prepared the day before.
Around the house my family slept whilst through my thoughts a silence crept,
As I admired the firelight dancing o’er the polished hardwood floor.
I paid fifty dollars for my newly polished hardwood floor,
This it cost and nothing more. Continue reading “The Zombie”
My Village – Alipore
My Batley
From the cobbled stones to the hills of green
Timeless vision of a Batley scene
Rich in history, diversity and faith
United in pride, friendship and praise Continue reading “My Batley”