Worn Leather

I have a leather satchel that's getting a little worse for wear. It's sitting here on the bench beside me. It goes with me. I wear jeans most days, and most of the pairs of jeans I have outlasted in these past years have perished because the fabric on the right hand hip wore away,… Continue reading Worn Leather

The Bells

We used to live in a little cubical building, nave's length from a bell tower. An aisle's length, not quite, but every friday night it was a measured space, although not by paces; in concussions. From 6pm to 8pm the Ringers would gather - I imagine from curious little offices in narrow stone buildings, places… Continue reading The Bells