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You & Me

We are what we feel...
Cherry

Swing

It was the rattling blind and the cold sprinkle of water on his arm that disturbed him. The window must've come unhooked. He smelt her warmth and rolled over to touch her but she wasn't there.

DEATH HE CAME A CALLING

(author's note: this poem is an example of black humour, not melancholia)

BABY BEAR

A bear having fun.

LAST BREAKFAST

A last breakfast, before life goes on.

Pesadilla

Pesadilla, Cauchemar, Alptraum, εφιάλτης

A MEMORY OF SOLFERINO - JUNE 24TH 1859 (annotated)

I wrote this poem in the summer of 2009, the 150th anniversary of the battle that led to the founding of the International Red Cross. Notes appear at the end of the poem

Kill The Monster, Chapter 23

XXI. THE GREEN FAIRY "Be seeing you." "In a mirror, sooner than you think."

My Dad Says

Aren't Kids A Pain ;O)

WHAT DO YOU CALL IT?

Closing my eyes into your face, apparently walking, but trying to trace, your footsteps to see if, just in case, they lead to my heart. The longing in my heart never seems to fade,
Cherry

Touch

Yes, I let him touch me. No, I’m not proud. It’s strange, like I was numb. I never felt a thing. That’s not to say he was, like, small or anything.

Velius gumm

Amazing how your mind wanders when driving through a snowstorm.

Not much I wouldnt do

Old entry that somehow vanished

Just Imagine..

Stare into the sky and touch the twinkle of every star. Reach out to those you've lost, find them in the galaxy. (They won't be too far) Just wonder and imagine, a world with no war or hate.

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