Leeron Heywood Writing

Suspended On Promises And Paved With Resolutions

It’s a dream, I remind myself, and like every other year this doesn’t quite comfort me. After all, it affects the real world…

The Winds Of Transformation

Nobody said you SHOULDN’T be outside at midnight on the last day of the year. But they did take pains to warn you about the consequences…

Spring Travelling For Seasonal Business

We’ve done this for thousands of years, you’d think by now I could get a VIP pass or something…

Slipping Between Threads

As a child Harold’s ‘split existence’ didn’t bother him. Most of the year his bedtime was before darkness fell anyway…

A Dualities Duet

High above us the cathedral belfry rings in the sixteenth hour of our vigil. We’ve already lost a score of singers, with eight hours left to go…

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