No animals were harmed in the making of this tagline. Childhood, am I right? Today, I thought I might try creating one of those Japanese paper dolls from the creation kit I was gifted.

Day 308 Weep My Soul. Today, I found a poem I had written many years ago that I would like to share. Green the colour sparkled her eyes. Warm and soft like a summer breeze. Lost of love, full of pain. Will I ever see her again? As tears fall like rain. The church bells are ringing now. They remind me of my home far away. This city gives me no comfort.

The Middle East, behind the conflicts. Until March 2016 I worked at The Telegraph newspaper in London. I speak fluent French and have lived in Paris, Belgium and southern Morocco. I am learning Arabic at present and have travelled widely in the Middle East. I have undertaken hostile environment training. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.

A poem for the ladies. The Difference Between America and Australia.

60K homeless in NYC under housing court corruption between judges, lawyers and politicians. The Rich Man and Lazarus. Dedicated to the massive amount of homeless in the USA. Life is short all will reap what they sow no matter what your belief system is. The Rich Man and Lazarus. At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores.