Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Sue Vincent's Daily Echo View original post

This I do, but fear not well enough!

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: My fingertips are frozen blue, I’m boiled and casting clothing. Were I a man, it would be ‘flu… I read reports with loathing That womankind copes better Going viral in this manner, And while my nose gets wetter I’m afraid I have a spanner To cast right…

Originally posted on Barb Taub: I have seen them write in fire on the darkness…and heard the drums beaten with flaming brands. Where do they come from? They come out of the night… Where do they go to? Back to the night they return… They dance in the dark to pipe and drum and fiddle…

The Silent Eye I wrote this entire article before I finally abandoned the attempt to sleep, though of course, I lost most of it on the way downstairs. A pity, it was a brilliant piece as I was dictating it in my mind. Isn’t that always how it is, though? That, like the doorstep wisdom…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Sue Vincent's Daily Echo View original post

This I do, but fear not well enough!

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: My fingertips are frozen blue, I’m boiled and casting clothing. Were I a man, it would be ‘flu… I read reports with loathing That womankind copes better Going viral in this manner, And while my nose gets wetter I’m afraid I have a spanner To cast right…

Originally posted on Barb Taub: I have seen them write in fire on the darkness…and heard the drums beaten with flaming brands. Where do they come from? They come out of the night… Where do they go to? Back to the night they return… They dance in the dark to pipe and drum and fiddle…

The Silent Eye I wrote this entire article before I finally abandoned the attempt to sleep, though of course, I lost most of it on the way downstairs. A pity, it was a brilliant piece as I was dictating it in my mind. Isn’t that always how it is, though? That, like the doorstep wisdom…