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White Horses

The sea is quick with the surging, Impatient hooves on the loaded waves Around the headland, herald of its coming, The stamping of the great green-gold rush

Come Change a Ring

Links, foreshadowed in the churchyard, Headstone material ancient and strong. How intimately the village gathers, So slight a community, to catch the fire,

Pitch and Tar To Soil His Hands

Dipped in the ways of the sea, Coil of rope tensed like a snake To pounce on the tie-up at the harbour. Dark blue the dragons and sharp anchors Weighing heavy on long-boned sailors’ arms.
Cherry

The Strangers on the Trains ( Part 7)

With every answer comes a new question. But Emily is happy with the progress so far.

Scaring the horses

Horsemeat found in human food! PANIC!!!!

Pussycat's Circus Adventure

“Eugene, wake up!” Owl said as she switched on the bedside lamp and shook her husband out of his tranquil slumber.

Shiny People

Get back that Shine....

Showin' off ..

How exciting, a new LP ..
Cherry

My name is Destroy

the saloon bar was a seething caldron of contorted proboscis and antennae

The Car.

This is a true story.

THE STORYTELLER

the one who knows

on “reincarnation”

why on earth would anyone want to “come back” to this fucking place? one should consider themselves lucky to be over & done with the mistake of their parents, that accidental moment

Salvia Divinorum haiku set

Hash can't sweeten the sable Mayan leaf nor bribe her noble visions ice-sliced, breathing red, an American Godzilla shoots a thin blue line in the swimming pool

River Bath

River Bath P K Routray In Indian river, in rain, summer or winter with running streams of water having changes in size, shape and color, woman folks of the villages located near

an archaic doodle for now

wild ship hold fast and steer this sweet refrain lest time and its hinted echo leaves us...naught but steers this ship far from rockier Isles To leave us as dust

The Ugly Dog

The woman was hunched over the juke box, wearing that yellow see-through summer dress I loved so much.

Boys From Brisco Mount

A legend concerning a hapless native, caught defiling a helpless ruminant

"violence and the allegedly mentally ill," letter to editor, Herald and News, February 2013

I'm contorted as to how to address today's issue because of its great actual complexity juxtaposed with the zombie-simplistic public thinking on the issue, if indeed "thinking" is the proper term as i

Shouting at God!

You shout at God Why? ‘As King why didn’t you prevent this illness, that event?’ “You do not see what I restrain, and soon I will remove all pain, but are you ready to embrace

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