ashramblings

Sitting there upon your knees Hair blows gently in the breeze softened up by all your charms resting peaceful in your arms   Sinking gentle ...

A couple of weeks ago it was my turn to talk about my work in Progress at our Creative Writing Group. I spoke about my planning of the stor...

As a child she had kept caterpillars in a glass jar. Slightly hairy, black and white curly things she’d found on the blackcurrant bushes on ...