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Joyce Carol Oates

I imagine what Miss Joyce Carol Oates may actually be thinking or imagining while teaching classes at Princeton while her students wink at her.

Wiltshire Lass

A short humourous ditty

Evening

Edited
Cherry

A= From the Hip chapter 1

The beginning of my new magic and gangsters novel.

From Sun to Shadow

Picking through the bones of our affair nobody could guess that these once were fleshed with dreams, aglow with aureoles. All through that autumn,...
Cherry

Butchers Of The Night

I'm scared to go to bed tonight For fear of what goes on I'm scared that at first morning light You'll find that I am gone. I'm scared that when I...

Just Another Day.

An everyday tale of lust loves and poetry.

All Along Our Way.

A Love.

Time.

Alook into life.
Cherry

Penguin

Torn and Thumbelina return in an Icelandic adventure with a penguin

Traveller's Lane

The bench still stands in traveller's lane Where he sat and shared his world in vein Tales of journeys fuelled the air As the roads he travelled took...

Scars

How the biggest mistake of my life just won't go away
Cherry

Discrimination

staring at a monitor a black and white picture on a closed circuit a psychiatrist on one side of a wooden table that separates two men a psychopath...

Finality

poem written after the death of a much loved friend

Evenings alone

Have I been a fool to have you? Am I balanced on the edge of something terrible or wonderful? I awake with you and you have flung wide the window...

granddaughter

A quick skip through the life and marriage of a man now in his 90s.

XIIX

I'm drunk on a school night, With cigars, And these are the nights we remember, As the journey into the sun becomes tiresome, And the world wants you dead. Stomaching one too many slices of pizza and throwing up, Is what I loved most about being young, And that time I touched your face when you cried When I found my emotions, And I kissed you, That was good too.

Magic of the City - Magic of the North

True story of a musically-inspired vision of a city gained during childhood - Can you guess the city?

"woman unknown"

pour forward from the pregnant cup swollen with the whispers of trickery listen as they sizzle with deception watch as they splash upon the lips of honesty slowly stripping his desire oh! dark lady draped in gown's deceit strangle your dishonest throat purge your little voice pure to witness his heart fall speechless thru its lining onto crimson carpet, her crimson carpet called desolation exhale her soul, spitting its choking skin against the fire of her burning eyes smell the flames lick her presence making her now a distant past a voice unheard, a woman unknown. `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova 15mar04

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