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Darkside

How to get there.

Welcome Home Snowbaby

I was born at home on the day of the great snowstorm, March 14th 1964. I was a late guest to this table of life. However, it must be said, and with a...

James

It's all about young James.

Coffee

the mundanity of break up

I Had To

I is for I Had To ----------- I had to go swimming in her eyes Dancing in her hair Slip into her mouth Slide over her tongue Fall down her throat...
Cherry

E= Glass-bottomed boat

Moreover 5 - two men and a dog and a boat

You Are Worthy (The Crashing Waves)

A poem/song based on the story of Peter walking on the water.

Shubunkin

The Shubunkin, my childhood friend. Staying alive, despite neglect, overfeeding and ignorance, and stubbornly refusing to die.
Cherry

Sirens

Sex and sirens
Cherry

ZELDA

how an exotic dancer copes with the problems of her life
Cherry

Life is a Carnival

Garbage barrels measured the passage of time that day to a depth of several feet in some locations. Bees darted and hovered over the barrels, as if...

Life long and broad ....

Life long and broad A treasure gathered and stored. For keep sake's experience The spice of life in essence. Wonderful riches to be found Ruby rich...

Education is the key ........

Education is the key Come on, roll up, come and see All the wonders of the universe displayed And precepts of truth and lies conveyed, To hungry and...
Cherry

I saw a programme .......

I saw a programme the other day All about mental illness The content sympathetic, moved me in a way Strange and tender I confess Not only were...

Today it's said ....

Today it's said, is the first day Of the rest of my life. And how I long for that illusion. But really today, for me is another day of grief. The...

Dancing Bear

I am a dancing bear. Look at my G.P.A. This is how much I weigh. My eyes are blue and my hair is blonde, I only have designer clothes on. Am I good...

Release

Aggrivation finds release in poetry.

Kendall Hill Road

Living in a small town, just before my parents divorce.
Cherry

Tarpaulin

My Dad hangs Me on the wall Like a tarpaulin He complains there Aren't enough tent pegs An oily patch lingers in my Top left hand corner But we don't...

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