The Giants return

Run they screamed, he cant get you now, A mirror is what you need, Turn him around, My feet are burning, Just like my skin, Crash goes the ground as the chase begins,

The flow

A poem leading in and out, from Jack to the giant

Saints Of Satan Chapter Seven

I collapsed a mile or so outside of the entrance, beneath a burly oak tree amidst a small clearing in the surrounding woodland.

Insomnias

I have insomnia. No, not nights and days on end blood-shot eyes, leaden legs "copy-of-a-copy" almost-wish-I-were-dead INSOMNIA no, just 1:27 AM weary-but-can't-sleep edgy-from-a-full-day

Harvest

Reflections on changing times

HONEY BABE Updated

Oh! Honey babe let down your auburn hair don't worry about what to wear Put your arms around me give me a bear hug but not to tight Grab our coats and you your pipe go to-night
Cherry

End of days 10

A serialisation of 200-word chapters. The illusion of the hospital begins to break apart, or does it?
Cherry

The Stairs

The stairs had always been there, but they weren’t there the day before. The first step was in the middle of the park. Just past the slide and the swings, next to the duck pond.

SHE TOOK THEN TO THE HILLS (I.P.)

I came downstairs one morning The doormat swathed in bills, I paid them no attention Too wrapped in my own ills. There is a wooded valley A secret place I know, At times when I am troubled

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