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Uncle Willy's funeral

A sun filled day never seems quite right for a funeral, but there we were shading our eyes from the sun -or death. A simple box lowered into the earth, prayers too hurried too quietly said.

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Did God move His eyes away, for His brief spell but our generation. Did he blink, so we soured His rivers and His seas.

Intriguing

Intriguing P K Routray On a green pasture a flock of sheep together were grazing on with concentration to their hearts’ content and satisfaction. The shepherd, their master

Catch

The Merrow regarded her image in the cracked looking glass.Razor sharp teeth smiled back.Long briney hair a tangle.
Cherry

A Moment in Time

There are all kinds of time

Face To Face

Face to face with someone you love

The Little Ray Of Sunshine

Hello, little Sun ray. Welcome into my room. How many bright flowers, today, have you made grow and bloom? Why not sit on my window sill and rest, just for a while?
Gold cherry

2 Daffodil Poems

Asphodels Asphodels as beautiful as little bells of gold bloom everywhere this time of year when Springtime’s spell takes hold. Bobbing their heads, they ring to tell

The Easter Bunny

On distant Easter Island where it is so warm and sunny, there lives a funny, furry creature called the Easter Bunny. His ears are far too tall and he has long, gangly legs,

Red Horse

He is a grey man. Side-step him on a busy street and you’re faintly aware of his passing no more than that.
Cherry

DINNER WITH DALI

Rolled in shoreline waves of love...
Cherry

Ghosts (Book 1 Part 7)

When I left the room he was lying on the bed with an erection pointing toward the ceiling...blood issuing forth and pooling on the bed from the gaping wound in his throat.

Scripted, Prologue

Beginning of what I hope will become a novel. A combination of fiction and lived experience.

The Pigeon Man

He can easily be called an unknown man...

Beds and Cracks

I sit in my bed, And I quiver, Because it’s not like it was before, But I’ve been told by people, With cracks in their faces, That life will be OK, So I’ll open my eyes,

dreaming in color

A noise in the distance grabs my attention for a millisecond, a constant rumbling a brief, instantly passing thought flashes across my consciousness

images

Her vibrant shadow Curls her ghost amid these damp slow rusted hills. where, Gnarled hands twigged and aged stretch out, to stroke the squalls whose own pale echo

Death!

The HEART.
Poem of the week

Her eyes belonged to infinity

Her voice was grey green like the bruises the rain leaves on a forest floor

The Train.

I have many .......

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