A tale about the John!!! :p Enjoy!!!

If I hold onto a poem I'll hold onto what it's about, I'll go mad As if I needed any help doing that I'm not sure if I can remember being sixteen But I can remember being prehistoric bacteria

You said you were into fashion, I said I liked birds and trees. You cross-stitched yourself on my passion And sketched me a reason To breathe. You tore up my face, grace and everything

Haiku Stalking Actually . . .

I stood, thinking of you - while tenderly stroking the bar of chocolate (butterscotch, Co-op and Fair Trade) that I'd bought for the Buddhists - for a full minute. Then I thought,

I said to my dharma sister; over the telephone, “Why don't you have an email account?” There was a deep silence – I felt her breathing – and, I suspected, bristling.