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Cherry

November 6th

I sit waiting in the park at dusk And the spotlight is on me now. Darkness pools around, around the edges Leaving a hollow chasm of light at my feet Palms upturned I stand, rooted in concrete

The Curse of the Gods

When the king of Salamnan is challenged, a fight to the death ensues. Reviews and corrections welcome.

Visionless—puppeteers

Do you buy into this ballot-box choice? Are we not all blindly, taught and lead. Leaderless, restless; without a “voice” Walked; hand in hand with the dead.

Blue Lady

the gentleness of senile dementia. a true story

Can do

It is your life...

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,

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