There’s a field of sunflowers, fertilised with blood and bone that’s fallen from the sky. A forensic crop, to be scrutinised for every seed of truth; felled from on high. There’ll be a harvest of […]

There’s a field of sunflowers, fertilised with blood and bone that’s fallen from the sky. A forensic crop, to be scrutinised for every seed of truth; felled from on high. There’ll be a harvest of […]
I have swept the path of last Summer’s leaves; it’s late April, so prepare the parade. Salute the fallen; sombre Autumn heaves a sigh; recalls the cover of green shade. Now, on my shoulder rests […]