Don’t let me be a bitter taste, in your sweet mouth, a cherry stone in your throat.Read More Bitter Taste
The silky tongued voice that invites you to chance it
And bare yourself naked and exposed
Before running off with your clothes.
Love. Love makes such fools of us.
Here in the UK our political climate is like a planet crashing out of orbit. Changes are exerting influence on everyone’s daily lives as our economy, our international reputation and our once stable democracy careen off-course as if answering to the gravitational pull of an alien planetary system. Astrologists might well point to the planets […]Read More Gravitational Pull
© JL Brain 2018Read More Sometimes the Sun. Pt 1.