by Derek Pattison | Apr 22, 2009 | Stories
WAR War, once waged has an impetus of its own, and the outcome, and the manner in which it is concluded could never be envisaged while it lasts. There was no doubt that the war was all but over, the enemy defeated, depending from which side it was viewed; but the...
by Derek Pattison | Apr 21, 2009 | Poetry
He loved the darkness. And its quiet stillness, When the only sound was the pound of his heart, And the quiet whisper of his breathing. In that dark wilderness of a world Only he was not sleeping As long as he stayed awake All would be well Sleep only brought back the...
