Before the cruise ships dredged the harbour.
Before spongeing money was done.
Before the rum stopped running.
Before the union jack was lowered.
Tongue and groove homes littered Over the Hill.
The wood has stories to tell.

The Wake

Mourning isn’t a state. It’s an event.

The Fig Tree

The roots that once cut through limestone, now laid bereft, sunken to the side, and hopeless in exhaustion.

Dissident Souse

“And whereas no one man should have an Idi Amin grip on a nation”