Thinking aloud and wishing I could be as chilled as my furry Angel

My sleeping Angel

So, has my novel given me the means to live my dream of being a reclusive, eccentric, wine collecting writer living in the wilderness somewhere a hundred miles past nowhere? Short answer: Alas, no. Although I’m chuffed to bits with how my first novel is doing and the cool reviews, comments, and messages I've received …

Impy

Impy - A poem by Daniel MacKillican - Read by Linda MacKillican

While stumbling across Dartmoor one day I happened upon a quarry, I sat down to eat my lunch but was interrupted by a man called Donny. I’m sorry to bother you, Donny said, but I’ve lost my Impy, It’s a bothersome creature and really quite wimpy. Once it ran from its own shadow for hours …

The spirit within

The spirit within

Mother nature spoke on a whispered wind, A story so sad of her children who have sinned. I gave them everything, so she said, Life of wonder and the glorious heavens above each head. A cornucopia for their bodies and nourishment for all inquisitive minds, And when hubris became a virus I gave undeniable signs. …