Dedicated to Helen Mirren

Spank me in the morning Spank me in the day Spank me in the evening Should I ever get away Spank me over dinner Spank me in your sleep Spank me if I'm shallow Or if I go too deep

The Ghost of Wanleighgripp

They say, way down, at the edge of town Stalks the ghost of Wanleighgripp And what a sight she is at night As she haunts old Wanleigh tip Now the story goes that once, 'pon Ho

The Painter (part three)

Chapter 9

Barrows

Cutting through, so deep down brown, Gouging holes like eyes in the earth’s face, Searching for secrets below. The haunted hush of the burial ground Breaks upon the perpetrators,

Barn-Dance

The harvest cleared from fruitful furrows, Workers gather, Celebrating their accomplishment, their release. Many hands toiled to see this day, Now clapping,

Pit Pony

The working lad retired from service, He peers at the rain with fading sight Blinkered for so long by his industry, No longer able to see fine mist falling.

MY FEET DON'T FIT THE FOOTPRINTS

size 10

Lone River

A realization of a bad choice.

Butter

poem

CHAPTER 0 : THE QUEEN OF BLACK CATS

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