Poetry: From The House of Fame by Geoffrey Chaucer
From The House of Fame by Geoffrey Chaucer Lo, how a woman goes amiss In loving him that unknown is, For, by Christ, lo, thus it fares: All…
Photography: The Falling
The Falling dying saw eye in falling beauty-soaked death sucked of greens ecstatically to brittle to crisp to dried crumbly red browns yellow oranges demise mocking a…
Diary | Nana’s Best Friend
If you've noticed, I don't alway write at the end of the month, and sometimes at the beginning, too. I like to break routine. It is very easy…
Poetry: To Melancholy by Charlotte Smith
To Melancholy by Charlotte Smith When latest Autumn spreads her evening veil, And the grey mists from these dim waves arise, I love to listen to the…
