September Feels

Oh, September in Britain.  The end of summer, that ‘back-to-school’ feeling, the disappointments of not achieving all those summer plans. But.  But also the productivity that comes with a new term.  Despite having not been a full-time teacher for the past year, and finding my feet as an Editor, I still find my working clock…

These hands

These hands these hands – adorned with silver, gold and opal – twitch with a need for touch they tingle for intimacy my fingertips hold yours; will you be around for long enough for me to learn their print?   the lick of varnish applied before rousing Friday nights wears off by Monday morning; telling of…