Bells of Lisle sur Tarn
Quiet evening, old bell calls. Wood here bends to the trusting weight of stone. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Fire on north beach
Look out to Exploits, the sun setting at your back. Stay with me. It’s yours. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Girls reading a book
Hold the book, let your eyes run. There are worlds in here — lift them from the page. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING