The hill was ghostly. Even before finding an old sign revealing its history as an early Christian burial site, I could sense the tension between
Once again, a graveyard has inspired poetry. This time, it was the historic Greyfriar’s Kirkyard. It was once the post of a loyal dog (Greyfriar’s
Their forks clicked in unison against the empty plates as they set them down, finished. The utensils were not the only things that had clicked.
Upon finishing up my finals and juries today, I found my mind in a muddle, so I did the natural thing: I went exploring. In