Waiting to shatter

I feel like I might just disintegrate into shards on the next knock. Sometimes I stare into an abyss of hopelessness I know I can’t explain to anyone who hasn’t seen it for themselves. It can’t be rationalised or reasoned with. It is not measured or calm. People carry on, walk away, wait for me … More Waiting to shatter

A Year Has Passed…

The excitement and anticipation of climbing onto an aeroplane for a weekend of new experiences with an old friend has its own unique thrill. Here, in the space between leaving and arriving, I find a moment of calm in which to begin to piece together the past few weeks. The anniversary of my mother’s death … More A Year Has Passed…

Originally posted on bardessdmdenton – author- artist:
Copyright 2012 by DM Denton I am long gone from that small coppice where one man’s purpose was all I had. His saw, his scythe cut through the clutter to shed some light where the ground was soft. Fires were set to burn away brash and warm us at…