Return of the Flying Dutchman

I was on the quay that day. That day when the ship came in. Ghosting over the calm sea it arrived. A true ghost ship for no sound did it make. No sails flapping. No shouted orders to the crew. No crew. By the outer wall she tied up. The ropes knotting themselves by unseen... Continue Reading →

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Dark Tunnels

There are time when we walk into dark tunnels. All encroaches. Darkness suppresses. We look round for our light, our guide. The pin-prick of light at the end of the tunnel. The light guiding us home. Assurance we can see. But we see no light. We see not because it is with us. At our... Continue Reading →

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