by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 28, 2010 | Stories
It was a winter night, wet and dark: not the sort in which to be walking back to the hotel. Christ, Nick Alum thought, I should have driven to the meeting, but it’s too late now. Better to be curled around a good book and a fine bottle of Australian red or white...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 28, 2010 | Stories
The body of Laura was to be returned to the UK. How would Nick face the Colonel with this devastating news of his beloved daughter? God help the killers! The funeral of course was held in Laura’s home town in Scotland. Many of Nick’s army friends attended...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 27, 2010 | Poetry
Good friends do gather upon this site and others, and in as such, do whispers truths and praises that do lighten the heavy silk of poetic verse. BUT YET! They can, and should offer such words to guide and help their fellow poets, but only when...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 27, 2010 | Poetry
Should we not then wander, through such sweet lands of golden verse, To write of love and beauty, given from our Lords own bounteous purse. And as the quill, touches the virginal satin white of hungry paper’s silk, Then from poets aspiring minds, such tender...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 27, 2010 | Poetry
In amazing grace Orchids bow their tender heads Then close eyes to sleep.
