Outside

Send us Fan MailOutsideOutside, the storm bends and twists the hidden trees, beneath the racing dark of roaring skies, and here here I I lie, wrapped in quilts of warmth and quiet, beneath the blinded stare of window glass, hearing the shaking, the creaking eaves, the first of rain, the heavy drops of leaden sky, the calamitous clash, the shattering thuds of thunder rolling under the chasing moon of night, I pull the blankets tighter, hugging the familiar, through the blinking gasps of the last of day and light.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]