as the sleepers
I would that I were with those dead there in their restful deep, were still my bones in earthen …
I would that I were with those dead there in their restful deep, were still my bones in earthen …
The road is empty. just as it was yesterday and all the days stretching back to – when? He can’t …
Five withered skeletons survive to tell a luckless tale of what was in its day a ranch – a stable, …
An open paddock miles from ‘Nowhere’. A picket fence in disrepair. Red dirt road winding through low hills. All around …
Sparrows build scruffy nests between the decayed grass roof and sagging timbers. Always inquisitive, the Karoo breeze meanders in …