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In Midnight Rain

Written at work. Entire haiku Piece: Weak lips, jello legs Tumbling with parasol Faltering through streets

Day 10 - Shells

A crack like splintering bone, the dust-whiff, like I've blown the age off an old book, and liberated contents emptied, paper skins sticking in my throat.

“I read a book of Rumi’s poems almost seven years ago”

“I read a book of Rumi’s poems almost seven years ago” I think of Rumi’s bird regularly, and have written about it occasionally; the last time I wrote about it, I was fooled.

My friend Jesus, final part

YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED OVER THE LAST FEW WEEKS!!!!!!

My friend Jesus, part 4

did not get any sleep that night after watching my friend die on that horrible cross, I have been breaking down in tears lots of times.

my friend jesus part 3

continued story

my friend jesus part 2

part 2 of my fictional story about a fictional teen follower of jesus

My friend Jesus Part 1

a fictional story about one of jesus teen followers

Heavens Garden Gate

a poem about bereavement and grief

My lord, My friend

my poem about jesus christ

Lucky Charm

At Five Black ones, particularly the Magic Steps pair the elf next door traipsed through the sandpit the clear plastic shielding the key in the heel scratched to buggery

POEM:Addict

this is a poem I wrote about a drug addict
Cherry

going down

"He'd stood still in the tea-tree. They stood naked, turning their bodies round to the sun. She stood firmly, legs apart, the wet towel in one hand dragging on the ground. She was smiling."

just together

A quiet stroll in the park watched by hordes of forgiveness gentle streams lay the foundations of your journey that you proposed, but you and time forgot familiar sentences, the same eyes,

Mommy I Run Fast

Sun, humidity, trees. Amber air, heavy wind. She smacks the gnat on her arm. Wipes its body onto her jeans. Peat moss under foot, Willows hanging low. She runs as fast
Cherry

Day 09 - Now we must walk together, but I will keep my mouth shut

Having a sugar-powered Japanese fangirl handcuff herself to me was the closest I ever came to stardom.

What am I to do?

For I know not the answer to this question. All I know is it takes two To make things right I guess I’m alone in this alone

Day 08 - Idol

Because I'll never know you, and because I'll never set out on some pilgrimage to find you, I must conjure up your fizz of smells from my own kitchen bricolage.

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