Review: Island Ghosts

She had voluminous cumulus hair, a small, ruddy, grey floating fleck of a nose. The contours of her aquiline face were etched in the darker curves of the cloud. There was a pink edge to her cloudy, swaying form that was slightly painful to look at. She was fading, her essence bleeding away into the…

A Good Book

Yesterday when I was browsing blog posts I came across this poem about books. It gives life to books and its depiction of books resonated with me. I love to read. I adore books. I always have and I am sure I always will. I’ve been known to spend whole evenings, whole days even, engrossed in a book.…