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Author: Taylor McKnight

Taylor McKnight

Scotland

A peaceful brook, the dew-coated ferns A wise old Corsican pine The smell of all my Gran's clothes and gifts Whisk me stray back to calm Loch Fyne We’d...

Up Thinking Late

There are no more subtleties in the way that I speak And amidst a loss for words and thoughts that make me weak About the moments, Where I feel like I...

Everyone and Yourself

He's in his twenties and hardly worked a day. Goes to school, completely...

The Tale of the White Sea: Part 2

For the next six months the crew of The Rising Sun sailed further and further...

The Tale of the White Sea

As the winds lifted along with the music that began to play in a wooden ship...

The Absence of Oxygen

While I was swimming in crystal clear water, I saw my memories of...

Mystery

To the stranger sitting by the window With a glass of whiskey on the...

Dear Laughter

When we were young we planted trees; broken branches, shoved in the...

Abandoned

Trees harbour squirrels and other small strangers. Fog and gloom to rise at...

Foggy Serenity

Lose yourself in the fog, the pacing of the waves on ancient volcanic...