Christmas Carols
Trombone, Trumpet, Tenor Sax, and Flute. Tightly compressed sound moving through mist to ears all around. Some near, some far, and some by the Ferris wheel. Others sit in the beer garden, nibbling on mince pies and washing down gritty bits with pints of Old Growler. A steaming urn on a dustbin table, and the
Thoughts of a Divine Soul
I couldn’t stop looking at you today, the way you handled that couple, the way you shrugged them off, the way you ate your lunch. It was beautiful and powerful, the awe and grandeur of your being inspiring many, your style and grace encompassing all. Why do the masses idolise you so much, your dedication