By Marty Owens “There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust This is a place where I don’t feel alone This is a place where I feel at home” Cinematic Orchestra – ‘To Build A Continue Reading
Early days of loss
By Sophie Ann The Pain Sits There It sits in my stomach, like a balloon. just blocking the path for food, keeping me full for starving days. The pain sits there, making me feel sick and weighed down by the regret and things I should’ve said, and the things I Continue Reading