The moving dragon writes
Yesterday we shared a poem from James Morrissey, and today we have a reminiscence, beautifully written:
It was the summer of 1966. We strutted like peacocks through our little city in the north-east of England. 783 more words
4 months ago
Thing 5 asks you to consider the impact of diverse representation via the emojis we all know and love.
I wrote a blog about the impact of emoji’s… 319 more words
4 months, 2 weeks ago
I popped along to my gentlemen’s club, late-night library Wednesday, and the most famous of the regular members was gently sleeping across from me.
So far, so normal. 1,634 more words
10 months, 4 weeks ago