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Too Late (I am)

Why did I have to die&;#063;

Chameleon - The Friday Team

It was there, in his sights at last...

Happy

I look back ten years ago, I see a world I didn't know. I look forward ten years from here, I see a world that could be ending so near. We don't know...

Zany Charisma

A great person

X-rated Feelings

Fantasies that come to live

United together

The perfect man in my eyes

Naughty Ways

Taken By desires

Vasari's Lines

Another poem about art

The Last Laugh

Could she really have forgotten him&;#063;
Cherry

Damage

It's not true that you can see into someone's soul through their eyes. What you can see is damage hissing by like a drop of coffee into a hot dry pot...

Carillon

A local feature
Cherry

You have one New Message

Rejection and disappointment by voice-mail.

The Labourer

A brief observation

New Beginnings

A story of holding on and letting go.

Courtyard of a House in Delft

Poem in response to Pieter de Hooch's painting

Sally Pink Panther

Desmond sat and listened to his mother go on. She was talking about his loon of a grandmother, who was a spiritualist, among other things. His mother...
Cherry

Arbour Reality

There were dark rainy nights when they would sit, all three, huddled on the sofa listening to the sounds of the pouring rain as though sheltering...

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