VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Linnet Phoenix

Tinder It’s not often an autumn sunwith cool morning air rendersmy day glorious for a frisky gallop.As we set out, she asks,“how are you doing?”I sigh inside, trying to remember.“Have I told you I’m getting divorced?”She has heard the gossip spilt from bored lips She offers commiserations. Turns to me.“Now you are free to beContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Linnet Phoenix”