Worry When the sun shines, there’s a green-faced troll sitting on a rock. He scowls and growls and glares at me. Skin prickles and I know he’s looking and reaching… twisted fingers for me. Sticky orange eyes, like see-through scabs, promise pain and misery. So, I am surprised that when I do talk to my […]
House-Moving by Len Webster
Coronavirus: What I have in common with an oyster
Any noise annoys an oyster and a noisy noise annoys an oyster most. The stress of this coronavirus business is getting to us all, apparently. Around the world, those of us not on the front line of this battle are left stumbling around at home not quite knowing what to do with ourselves. Our amygdala […]