When you grow up…
When you grow up…
By Ellie-May Donegan
We all get hit with that age-old question…
When you grow up, what do you want to be?!
A farmer, an artist! I …
We all get hit with that age-old question…
When you grow up, what do you want to be?!
A farmer, an artist! I …
I think I suffer from a form of physical dyslexia
In the olden golden days as a carpenter’s apprentice, I spent …
Aniela writes prose, poetry and essays in both English and Romanian, her native language. Her professional background is in psychotherapy and expressive therapies. She has practised …
We danced like melted chocolate that night
in Damanhur.
Like streams of dream which flow with purpose,
we gathered in the Labyrinth
and prayed …
At a time of war, pain, sorrow and living with the unknown, Emmanuel Aronie lives without fear. He has no complaints. …
Coffee grains swirl around the cup
and up the sides patterns are forming.
Now we wait, we have to do it right.
Mysterious runes, …
The ravens know, annoying as they are,
loudly displaying their disapproval all day
adding their cries to our growing unease
from the …
Consisted of a collection of writings by Fredrik, which were based on recorded interviews on the subject of local rumours and hearsay. The aim was …
Dance is a fountain
Each droplet races upwards
And cascades down
To be chased by another and another
Rippling like …