Then The Rain Came

 

Contrasting Worlds

A poet looking at the sky at night, a boxer looking for his next fight. A starlet looking at her own face, a padre looking for a state of grace. In a...
Cherry

The Dream

He’d dreamed a future of wealth and abundance: a world of harmony, where disease, war and famine were abolished. It was filled with people born of...

When We Shot The Last Rhino

A fabled hunter from Milan or Mombasa or somewhere, raised his arms high and screamed in bloody triumph. A cameraman from Berlin or Budapest or...

Twenty Years Later

I’ve tried them all: American, Russian, Cuban, French, Turkish, tipped, untipped, low tar, high tar, mild strength, full strength, nub-ends in the...

I Was There

I was there, a proud Centurion, that time when I stood on parade. I gave my homage to Caesar, then I conquered the land unafraid. I was there with...
Cherry

Don't Call On Me

Cold winds blow through city streets as winter’s grip takes hold and grey souls in downbeat worlds retreat to lies untold. Rain-lashed pavements now...
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