Poems from Brian Jackson
Night Thoughts I never could count sheep. A mind not given to gently grazing Rather thoughts reared behind a fence fed on roots deep under the surface. Dandelions and thistles nosed-out, rarely the...
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Night Thoughts I never could count sheep. A mind not given to gently grazing Rather thoughts reared behind a fence fed on roots deep under the surface. Dandelions and thistles nosed-out, rarely the...
BRIAN JACKSON agreed to share some of his lovely photographs with us. We hope his images here are the first of many from him to show how glorious Pembrokeshire is in all of her moods…...
Seasons Past Autumn leaves fallen, decomposing, veins exposed, frail and then no more, like lost memories of childhood, youth and past loves Struggling to hold onto the lost, Winter inexorably comes. Life’s...