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Doorbell

Doorbell I have a real headache. It beats, not like a drum, but like a doorbell. My phone rings, I tell them, "Do not call here," and I hold my head...

Crowded Rooms

Crowded rooms filled with lonely lives fancy talk in perfumed air rich men laugh,poor man cries someone sings a lullaby. Too much food and too much...

OUR OLD JIMMY

One autumn, when we were 13 years old, my brother and I got a bit of news, which was to change our lives: A chance to take over a newspaper round...

G - Auntiedom

new arrival

X=Bypass

My love affair with a tunnel - sheesh.

Z=Insomnia

A too-late addition to this exercise

Iraq

I had to give it a shot

Blows

Poem about a soldier in a field

Great Hopes

Unpredictable,fragile life

Why Do They Laugh&;#063;

What do you feel like when people tease and geer at your actions&;#063;

MY FIRST WAGES

It had been a slow, hot summer by Scottish standards with temperatures high in the sizzling sixties, touching on the scorching seventies, and the...

C - The Final Parable

This really is all abctalers will ever see of Mandala - my Big Project

Nickers

How to get poetic inspiration

Nickers

How to get poetic inspiration

A Writ, Me Tick

count on it

What's Eating The Mana Knight

Randi, no longer needing to fight, faces EMOTIONAL termoil as he soaks his sorrows in alcohol

LYON'S MAID ORANGE FLAVOUR

"Lyons Maid" brand and orange flavour were always in short supply at Betty's shop. My brother and I devoured them and even mastered the well-nigh...

Man/War

Poetry

Indigo Bleeds Green By A Mid-morning Sun

An recants in the voice of song his memories of the post beat movement lost in the sound of moment.

Cheapest sympathies.

CHEAPEST SYMPATHIES. sneak. So sad to hear the news today. How empty you must feel. A stunning sense of hopelessness - fights to keep things real. I...

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