No view today apart from the dark, and my own reflection in the window, and through the gaps of the houses opposite, I can see a few streetlights, and one window in the house opposite has a light on. It’s only…
Sunday Poem – Myra Schneider
Evening all – I’m writing this feeling very sorry for myself. I started writing it about 5.30 in a burst of enthusiasm and determination not to be up till all hours finishing it off, but I went upstairs to get…
