Wordless Wednesday: Storm-Torn

Alright, so it’s *nearly* wordless. The words are a poem, and they’re over at the The Well Tempered Bards If you like to ‘po’ any -ems now and again, we’re going to be running a Guest Bards series soon – let me know if you want in. There are already some *fabulous* writers lined up…

Finding Solitude

Pushing through waist-high undergrowth, my feet slipping in the dry, sandy soil as they try to find the almost-obscured path, I pause to brush the sweat from my eyes. This had better be worth it.┬áThe sun is almost directly overhead, and the car park is a good few miles behind me, but I’ve heard whispers…