by Nick Massey | Oct 27, 2009 | Poetry
I once looked out across the mynd With its rolling dales and hilltops green. To orange glow of morning haze And amber drapes of dew kissed silk on fern. The mountain stream chuckled manically to a concert of cuckoo and woodpigeon And the smell of wild garlic and pine...
by Nick Massey | Oct 20, 2009 | Stories
As the years pass by, I sit in corners dark and safe Not the young carefree man of yesterday, but a lost and lonely grey man hopelessly drowning in my own thoughts, living with the knowledge of unchangeable yesterdays. I was so much but it means so little to so many...
