Emily WiddecombeIs it just me?It’s now 6:00AM. I’m waiting on a return flight from Iceland to the UK. I’ve been at the airport since 4:45, and my gate number has…Sep 13, 2020Sep 13, 2020
Emily WiddecombeSeaweed for BreakfastAt 9PM the air was still balmy warm. I donned my worn, down jacket and walked the 30 second patter to the beach. On the way, I kicked…Jul 3, 2020Jul 3, 2020
Emily WiddecombeSoftlyToday, lightly, the silver-brushed sun anoints each paillette leaf, wind-bitten by the strange weather. They shimmer in the side-blown…Jun 11, 2020Jun 11, 2020
Emily WiddecombeHumans n’ That‘Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our…Jun 4, 2020Jun 4, 2020
Emily WiddecombeAnger, Directly.Twenty pages into my daily reading I find myself groaning loudly, again.May 31, 2020May 31, 2020