Between the devil and the deep blue sea
I feel numbed by the last few weeks of human vileness concocted from a potent mix of the terrorist attacks in Europe, Brexit and just across the pond, the rise of Donald Trump. A vileness that claws silently in the pits of the stomach and fills the mind with an aching fear of what darkness might lie ahead. I haven’t been able to settle and write as my thoughts have been jumbled and discombobulated (a word used by a friend when describing her immediate reaction to the Brexit
