K.M.Lockwood

. . . a voyager on the sea of writing.

K. M. Lockwood is a writerm and editor living by the coast in Sussex.

This is a story told in swishing strands of seaweed and drops of brine from whiskers . . .

ash and wood smouldering

This is a story told in scraps of paper, sparks and ash rising from a fire . . .

This is a tale told in spade-sculpted sand and rows of seashells . . .

waves splash over rocks.

This is a tale told in bladderwrack and tangleweed, lost nets and sea-washed reefs . . .

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Three seals bask on rocks.

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This is a tale told in rippling cave water and silvery fur . . . Continue reading →

This is a tale told in lines of waterweed and the shadows of reeds . . .

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