About Daddy (1)

I know his dad liked gambling and would take my Dad, who was seven...

The Candy in the Woods

"Will I get arrested?" she asked.

Tree

You are chained securely, to the mother of your birth by history Wrapped in molten brown skin Battered senseless by opposing forces At times your finger prints leave indelible marks

MY ROCK

YOU ARE MY ROCK!

THE DARK TUNNEL

WALKING THRU THE TUNNEL!
Cherry

Disgrace

She peeks over her spectacles Like a vexed librarian But this is no library And I am no inconsiderate reader. She does not vocalise her complaint But I assume it is something to do

Queen

You ask for the crown jewels Which seems excessive but I’m not in a position to argue. After all, I did promise I’d Clear the lower half of the garden This afternoon and you came home

Water

Given time, they say, Water can wear down mountains, Give it time, goes the cry, And it can rub the Queen’s face off a penny. Up in the highlands The fog clung in marbles to the thick weave

Alternative Ending

Gandalf sloped back to Gondor with a burning eye of shame on his cheeks, his staff no more than a walking stick, hat in his grizzled hand, flapping behind him like a windsock.

Brief thoughts on humanity

Western society’s main trauma is its inability to appreciate that which it is has achieved. All our basic human needs are catered for. We are fed regularly, abundantly clothed and housed.

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