I watch the carrier ships sail up the estuary. Wondering if their cargo is contagion? And the tide rolls in. …
Every So Often. A poem by Gill Chedgey
Every so often I cry For the loneliness For the missingness And the farawayness of Everyone and everything. And then …
I Do Not Claim. A poem by Gill Chedgey
I saw a crow, I call him Jim. I do not claim to be original. I saw a magpie. I’d …
The Bat and the Pangolin. A short story by Gill Chedgey
Hearken. I am not here from choice. Where I come from there is no choice. We do or we do …