Later when I touch you to the wind, the sky picks up and I let you go softly from my hand. The early autumn surrounds me, trees still holding their leaves and trembling, pausing in the wind before they too, let their dead go. I never wanted you to go, and now I send your […]
July 22, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
This is the start of a monthly series, where I’ll be putting up some non-Bibliotek work. Not the whole of any other book, but some tasters. This is from my novel The Miracle. I’ll tell you more about it another time, and let this speak for itself. Hope you like it, and, as per usual, if […]
October 23, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
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