Fair2

Today i went to hold you baby boy wasnt there Today i heard you crying voice came from where Today i washed your clothes folded them with care We will be together i have kisses for your hair.

Heaven

Where is this place they call heaven? Somewhere ‘tween the sky and the earth. Where we go when our time finally ends and where we come from at our birth? What is this place they call heaven?

I Write

to enlarge, clarify and opinionate the world

Paint It Black

I picture her tiny body as I found it that day lifeless and still as a statue in her cot. Her expression peaceful but I could sense something was wrong immediately.

The Fallen Flesh

The state of man after the Fall..

The Ivory Dragon 10/14

The horse walked slowly across the ford, the water reaching nearly to its rider’s feet and confirming Brian’s suspicions about the depth.

Poetical Pretence

Writing poetry & publishing it here means people will read it & tell you what they think... we are all so beautifully different! I'm just not into structured space... I waft in emotional space...

Eish! London 14 May

Jane Austen, Salisbury Cathedral, Stonehenge! Wow, Wow, Wow!

Eish! London 15 - 16 May

Emailing "the Globe" whilst living life...

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