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Rilke

reflections

Treachery

Canvas grazes ground Treachery festoons the air Shadow spheres behind Cutting the blue With seamstress precision Petite fingers coil the twisted...

Locked in a shell

An idea inspired by my father who died from Parkinson's disease

I Once Knew Eden

I awake and it is dark, Not young morning but new night Leaving my bed with a lack of speed, I enter my bathroom and flip the light He is waiting for...

Eternal

They pass in sedentary step Eyes smeared with the spectre of life lost Children stammering stride to keep pace Chastised, in straightjacket ebony...

A Permanent Affair

A tale of inner conflict - guilty conscience, which?

Josephine

A fictional letter from Napoleon to Josephine... I stumbled upon this lost letter and felt this furious urge to copy it.

An Education In Rebellion

read it and see,bloody and not 4 kids

Caramel II

for that little girl in the street

Violation of Love

Every touch of skin Sends a shiver By each intimate reference I am repulsed Your motives Are purely personal Any resistance Is dismissed So I lie...

The day the summer died

Inspired by the musician Don McClean

Cooperative Fishing

journalism article

Untitled

Untitled Slice a thought cut a rist. Its sad how it sad how it has come to this. Broken heart and shattered spine. Im sorry I always waist your time...

Brown Haired boy

Brown Haired boy Brown haired boy stuck in my head how sometimes I wish you were dead. You touchier me so with your wisdom and grace, and the way you...

I know

I know The things we've lost in the past bring pain. I know the feeling of pain, but just focus on the here and now and things wont feel so insane.

Never More

"Never More" Ruining forever what I thought I held dear. Hiding from you because of false fear. Dear darling sweetie a place in my heart will always...

Me and Bobby Moore

Met you in a single carriage on a late train to Southend. Just me and you, the slashed up seats. You were their manager then. but you could not cut...

Grindstone

Rosie, Alek and a few more spend a great summer in an old New England vacation community.

Some Kind Of Haiku

Your memory creeps up As if a whistle from a distant train It crashes

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