Tony Steven Williams
through an open gate a dusty track winds to mountains beyond an invitation to try something new furrows of a life well lived crisscross your face – channel country running deep once again dark clouds shadow our sunburnt hills –…
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Lerida Estate
by TONY STEVEN WILLIAMS Breathless morning, a flotation of fog, my nostrils lemon cool, fresh and vibrant. Lake George is shrouded, but I see plenty closer by from my hilltop vantage; especially vines: autumn-gold, destined for leaf fall. The hills…
A Long Ride
by Tony Steven Williams The afternoon sea breeze is superstrong, the surf messy, confused,grumbling like a hung-over mind.On the beach, I see a veteran surferheading towards the café on the dune. His Cairn Terrier stays back, watchingher master with anxious,…