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Natures Plight

My crazed hate for those who hurt the world we live in will sweat with guilt

Paved with light

Another poem of lost love and misery enjoy :)

Agaete: The magic of pristine nature

Agaete: The magic of pristine nature Text and photos copyright 2001 by Mari Cruz García All rights reserved. No material contained in this article may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means in whole or in part without the written permission of the author.

Short Guide of Pokhara for New Age Travellers

Paraphrasing Charlie Pye Smith, the most popular expatriate of the British establishment in Nepal during the 80´s, there are timeless places in the developing countries where travellers are astounded by a combination of magic and epicureanism not to be found elsewhere. Pokhara, in central Nepal, is one of these places.

The Armless Monkey.

THE HARMLESS MONKEY Bob Trump lectured in Creative Writing for the Great Unwashed at his local adult evening institute. He knew it would be a particularly difficult evening at the induction, when an armless Orang Utan loped in through the class room door. "What the bloody heck's goin'--!!? Bob was interrupted as he spluttered out his indignation, when a long lead followed by its owner being dragged along the floor came into view. "Oh sorry about this said the dishevelled figure as it picked itself up and began dusting itself down, "He gets awfully excited about prelates and he just saw one in the corridor, leapt straight onto his back and tried to make secular advances towards him, it was all I could do to pull him off.

DIDN'T KNOW

I didn't know how to want you; I couldn't like you in that sense. I didn't know how to need you, But didn't want to cause offence.

Outside My Kitchen Door

There something about the feeling in this poem. There seems to be restraint. Not sure, though.
Cherry

Roxie Hides in Amish Country with Phoebe, Yippee and a Bottle of Black Ink

She loved the stories of the dark barns with canopies of tobacco leaves hanging in their furthest recesses, as they reminded her of herself curing in the hidden sanctuary of simplicity.
Cherry

Real Love and Doors

Wait. Did Cowboy decide that? God, now Cowboy has all the power - he is feeding off me! Oh Christ, no wonder he is so huge! i need to start another force field, i need to alleviate this pressure fast before everything spins out of control - but we are alone - so alone, completely alone, where did the rest of the world go?

BIG DAY

Fictional poem.

MISMATCHED LIBIDOS

"How evil are you to me? You're slowly wrecking my life."

Sudden Sailing

Sometimes on damp evenings he still rises from his desk to hold each shoulder like a careful cup

Dad Becomes Cheese

9 July 2005 Last night I dreamt... I went to a restaurant with my dad. He got extremely drunk. As his drunkenness increased, he transformed into the meal he was eating... until he eventually became a small pile of cold, melted cheese in the centre of a large bowl.
Cherry

Harriet Just

Published in the Guardian Online in August

Self Portrait

poem

NOT SO BRIEF BROOKLYN RANTINGS

NOT SO BRIEF BROOKLYN RANTINGS A reply to Diana di Prima's Brief Wyoming Meditation
Cherry

I Missed the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics

I was born four decades tardy of being a beat generation icon,

The Birth of Bebop Miles and Charlie 1948

Wearing clothes way to hip for the cities brand of frigidity, the icy whip of Chicago's notorious winter lashing through their coats, they still came to play at the Argyle Club

That House in Barcelona

That House in Barcelona I see the people standing on the sidewalk below me looking, always looking, at the flowing lines and interesting facade of the building. Their comments waft up to me in the clear

Beached

A bridge of fire spans sea to rising moon Musicians stand in silent awe...

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