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The heart and memory

When I lived in London, mum and dad came to visit. We went see the film “24/7 “when we left the theater I was upset at the ending where Bob Hoskins character dies.

It's a circus!

So not funny

Never again.

I wonder what the sky feels now, having lost one of it's eyes, knowing it will never be able to show off it's favorite bright blue dressing gown?

Path to take.

It has been so long since we set out on our journey that i'm not sure i can even remember what drove me to take that step out the door in the first place.

Perfection.

I am ashamed of myself so much it hurts.

Larry and Mick Embark on a Journey Into the Unknown

"Where are we going?" said Larry. "Dunno," said Mick. [ fin ]

Last Daze

The tumbling clouds have tumbling come To wrench away my weeping heart Though my windowpane be shut I cannot tell the tears apart Alone I contemplate

Don't Forget Your Family

Don’t forget to step lightly, as you sneak in silence down the stairs. Past the family photos- pieces of our lives frozen on the wall. Don’t forget to turn off the

Don't Forget to Play Pretend

Don’t forget to savor these small fleeting moments. Amidst the chaos of diapering and feeding time, the tedium of scrubbing and scheduling, don’t forget the wondrous joy

Police Public Call Box

Unyielding as the Tollbooth, Blue and firm as the saltire, A thick voice of law and order Muffled in the broad Georgian streets. Solid by the siren of the last war,

Breath of Life

The snow hits the window like rocks, rattling the glass. Outside, the sky is gray and lifeless, full of heavy clouds that cry pellets of frozen water to the cold ground.

America at Last – Part 9

Nashville’s Broadway looks like it has been frozen in time as the rest of the city grew up around it. Corporate towers loomed over the redbrick of another age.

What am I?

when the egg hatched out, the little bird stuck its head out and the moment the mother duck saw it

A Saw-Doctor's Diary

Easter Monday: My duty, to save a soldier from death By bringing him near it. My friend, the sharp singing steel Lately born of a Sheffield mill No darker or satanic than anywhere else,

Equinox

The widening wedge between dark and day Equalises in September, A time of druidical feasts and memories. Summer’s sunlight lingers amid the first winter frost.

Chapter 1 (Vanguard)

Six Months Later

Peleliu, Through a Young Man's Eyes

I have just started this piece. It is an account of the battle of Peleliu, through a young marine's eyes. This probably a little more than half of the first chapter.

His perfect kiss

With a surging swirling deep within; I rest myself upon his luscious lips so red. It is a tryst that melts away the hints of sin, With this sweet life, so well sustained;

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