Part 1 Ici repose un soldat Francois mor… (1914-1918). Beneath this flame there is no tom… no ashes grace that empty bed,
When I skip it usually takes two or three tries to get going. I lash the rope overhead and it crashes into my ankles. I try again, faster, and this
Restless, I put on my joggers, pa… yellow beanie and mask. I look a s… but I don’t care. I can’t sleep a… to halt the endless turning of my… I step outside.
When we love it’s not us not really. We love with the child inside. If we’re lucky
Sat Here Thinking. Fingers Buried
One foot stumbles into another as It pushes off uninviting concrete One step. Two step. Three step.… Earlier that foot pushed off a war… Bed, where You lay, beckoning me…
Life is short, but also - so very… At least, that’s how it feels some… strain of getting through today is… than the mountain of yesterday, wh… already left you sick inside your…
Memories are like sand, They surface in unlikely places. Inland, miles from the shore It’s still there At the bottom of your shoe
Unremarkable. A dull green rock Its embers do not pulse, but glow Not bright, like the stars; but de… An older sun, a tired sun, Krypto… Kal-El
I told you once, I told you twice… I’m real as real can be. Now turn around, Mr Deckard, and do not follow me. My memories are personal,
Red face and furrowed brow hides a… A Dadly Dad is self-assured But so is He Strong and silent – you know the t… That keeps a watchful eye at night…
Oh woe is me, woe betide! In you I have chosen to confide My tale of grief and misery But please, don’t let me spoil you… I have suffered more than enough
God is a rose petal called Nareet… which soaks up the morning sun wit… God is sleep in the corner of your… which brushes away and braces the… God is an old man and a young woma…
The insides of my stomach Are a bubbling Bubonic Scattered Mess
So, you’re leaving then? After all these years. The highs, the lows, and the in-be… You’re off. No, of course I’m not ‘ok.’
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