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…
Sat Here Thinking. Fingers Buried
Part 1 Ici repose un soldat Francois mor… (1914-1918). Beneath this flame there is no tom… no ashes grace that empty bed,
A ghostly figure roams across the Cold steel, softly creeping. Lazi… And stretches its wings, then jump… The open sky. A crimson sea ebbin… And flowing, tooing and frowing ge…
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
Awkwardly, I walked up the slende… The lecture theatre was full (a ra… There, at the front, was a bald ma… Behind him, in large font, were th… ‘Introduction to Creative Writing…
Where to start? At the beginning, I suppose. Stepping off an eight-hour New Yo… into pitch black, sweltering humid… the kind that makes your already s…
Walk backwards all day and forward… Fly a kite at twilight– twice. Fa… Fall out of love. Repeat. Go danc… two left feet, then two right, the… Visit Hungary, Spain and Canada.
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…
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.’
When we love it’s not us not really. We love with the child inside. If we’re lucky
Ageing is the process where dreams and the everyday get closer together
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…
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
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