Certificate 18

Adults only

A Glint From Her, Lovely, Midnight Eyes

A flicker of light from each eye Radiant blink of blue-winged firefly Blipping waves of stardust amplify Transitory illusions of grandeur apply Dark shadows with fluttering beams vie

the night walk to the slaughterhouse

I walked down elegant avenues late at night, with heart beats beating in the sole of my feet as I crushed the heart a little more, each step further each time the rubber hit the tarmac

My name is Jimmy

My name is Abigail I eat eggs for breakfast I wear a dar red, on both my lips and a thick black line on my eyelid I know the meaning of hurt, and grief thus my eyes are lined

Poem

When will the summer come our way then stay till late September. Winter clothes in attic's and summer dress's down. When will our boots be out with heels and flip flops in.

Illogical logic

Illogical logic P K Routray So goes a story from childhood memory. A tiger was drinking water upstream of a flowing river killred and ate a goat that drank water

Memories are made of this

Audrey Ellis (Nesbitt) My grandmother May Hopkins was born here in May 1892. My paternal grandfather James Nesbitt was born in 1900 at Sunderland and grand mother Lucy Esther Nairne also in 1900.

LIFERS Chapter Twenty Six

‘Quite sure, Larry, what do you think Mason’s going to do, tie a rock to my ankles and toss me in the lake?’

Another memory

Canon John P BeaumontVicar of Finedon

LIFERS Chapter Twenty Five

‘Jesus H,’ he said, as he came out the office. ‘You weren’t shittin’ me about that rain, man; that guy’s tapioca out there.’