Keeping the Fifth

Story of a man on death row.

The Blessing

If beauty was all it really took To write our fame in the cosmic book If wealth was all important too, Kings and queens would jump the queue If the outward signs we try to keep, Mean more than physical, which sleeps

Bob, Mama & Me

Bob, Mama & Me I meant to go to work. I was up in time and everything but when I got to the bus stop the darkness of the winter morning got inside my soul somehow and, for the third time in a fortnight, I turned back.