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I like miniature poems, just a few lines, which I find satifying; and my mentor here is Samuel Manashe (collected poems available on Bloodaxe) I could wish for a smidgin of his talent. (image courtesy of Uruburos on Pixabay)

This business is well-studied and related to industries we're in like African gold-mining, Afghan gem-mining, and African yellow diamond mining. We'...

Dancing in the gaps Dancing in the gaps… Going off the maps. Looking for direction Time in reflection. When up is down And down is lost. Spinning...

Scrapped cars A Town full of scars Drunks fighting in bars Nobody is looking up at the stars Homeless folk Trying not to choke Everything is broke...

PART 3 James saw her slipping from the foot of the tree and he bought his gun up quickly. Easy as shooting a small creature for food he thought. The...

PART 1 Alison loaded a shell into the breech of the tank’s gun and Claire gave her the thumbs up from the commander’s position. Claire looked outside...

Another old poem that I've reshaped (Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)

Many gladly dig, revealing others’ sins, their own concealing; don’t consider pressures past trivialising sins which now leave all aghast. But now,...

‘Snow is water vapour frozen in the upper atmosphere and falling to earth in crystal form.’ (c) Collins Gage Canadian Early arrivals sprinkle from a...