Gallery

Gallery

A short story . . .     Gallery   It was Raymond’s suggestion. I understood art about as much as I understood Chinese, so I was never inclined to visit art galleries. I like the colours, I appreciate the skill; the talent involved. I understand that there’s talent. Well, most of the time—as Bob […]

Kite

Kite

  It comes on slowly, gently at first. Afters years and years, after fears And arrears and tears.   It comes on slowly. And on a day like any other, The wind arrives.   And the kite is airborne.