The First Shall Be Last

Once only in citiesdeprivation on streetsangels with dirty facesno shoes on their feetno warmth, no comfort, no foodwhoever they meet. Spare a thought for the wealthyhaving to see this spiltall over the streetway up to the hilthard life for a rich mana millionaires guilt. The first shall be lastthe table will turnthe hungry are fedtheContinue reading “The First Shall Be Last”

The Ghost Of Priory Church

Clink and clank down the aisle with frown or smilerattling grates in the still dead of the nightmoving swiftly as if in a mad hasteto go nowhere just lost in endless flight. The air is filled with scent so sweet and brightno light, no sound, but smell of rose abounda fragrance visited with ghost onContinue reading “The Ghost Of Priory Church”