A beached drifter

transcends undefined horizons

of personal lost tides.

Ankles crossed,

upstaged by caffeine conversation,

he smiles.


lip-cracked penny whistle raised,

waits his moment.

One note,

barely audible, sustained,


Emotions opening,

wrung out Earth begins to crumble.



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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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