Twas the night before Xmas

24 December 2015 steviehorrell 0

Twas the night before Xmas, at seven thirty I’m in bed, The world alive with emotion, but for now I am dead. I have nothing to cry for, there are others more hamstrung than me, So there’s guilt in each tear as they work their way free. Christmas I lived for, […]

Crossing the Rubicon

20 December 2015 steviehorrell 0

The Rubicon is a small, almost non-descript river that meanders in the northern reaches of Italy for about fifty miles, before entering the Adriatic Sea. It is of little note to anyone these days, other than those who choose to fish along its banks, or choose to paddle in its […]

The Ghost of Christmas

8 December 2015 steviehorrell 0

It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas, that’s for sure. The trees decked with this year’s colour scheme and always too many lights that shine out of rain specked windows, the wreaths upon the occasional door and the house on North Road that is legendary throughout Cardiff, with more […]

When Tomorrow Never Comes

7 December 2015 steviehorrell 0

We hope our life is endless, that each tomorrow is guaranteed, For those things that matter most to us, we should have all the time we need. It is a fallacy we cling to, a trap laid so well into which we fall, For in the blinking of a new-born […]