Or has the month of March dragged on and on and on….?
Fly, Fly, Fly away. Away from this place of never-ending assignments. A cog in the wheel of production – and you must be efficient; A small part of the assembly line in this knowledge factory that seems to never rest. Write, Write, Write what you want to write about. Free, Free, Free your mind from… More The succession of precious pursuits
Most – probably all of us – have seen them. Hanging out at the traffic lights; waiting near the shops; collapsed in despair in some shoddy, makeshift home of cardboard and paper. They ask you for small change – a few cents, sometimes a bigger amount. Sometimes they want food. Sometimes a job. And many… More The Beg Issue
She flaps her chubby little arms in excitement, as if she wants to take off – my little birdie, trapped inside a human body. She slaps arms, knees, skin – whatever takes her fancy, and she’s thrilled about it; the kind of raw excitement a grown-up will probably never know again. She babbles incoherent sounds… More She Flaps