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 shadow in the room is composing different shades to a tint of vapor red as long dead cigarettes are …
The road is empty. just as it was yesterday and all the days stretching back to – when? He can’t …
Sparrows build scruffy nests between the decayed grass roof and sagging timbers. Always inquisitive, the Karoo breeze meanders in …