The Guardian
In a city that forgets… one sentinel remembers. Perched on a ledge carved by time and shadow… the blackbird stands sentinel. Its beak is open, but no sound escapes. It does not sing—it listens. To the wind. To the … Continued
The Owl And The Pussy-Cat, by Edward Lear
When I was growing up I remember a poem by Edward Lear written in 1870 called ‘The Owl And The Pussy-cat’. He was known for his ‘Nonsense songs’ and this one along with ‘The Jumblies’ are the two I remember … Continued
Being Our Authentic Selves
The mandatory wearing of masks for Covid-19 aside, a lot of us wear invisible masks everyday, quite unknowingly, not wanting to expose our true selves to the world.