Once upon a shoulder, a sizeable chip was carried from village to village-town to town on the shoulder of The Chameleon; a man, punishing the wicked, insolent and downright dimwitted and recycling the

I have not the lover, nor the desire, though i do exchange love with another. Love that does not leave me infatuated or entrapped, but much the opposite. This civil partnership that i hold

I can see through your primary colours, shining through. This library book of truth is far overdue. As the picture shining before me just a shade over your eyes,

I write, but what does it mean that I write? Blot the page with feelings, True or untrue. You may ask of what purpose these Writings hold. Love, hate or pride? Though I find the same questions

For a dear friend, just diagnosed with Breast Cancer.

Julia finally clashes with her immediate manager Relgol, feeling pushed to her limits.

please stick any grammatical or stupid mistakes in the commnets box. I'll pick them up later. Thanks.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Happy birthday, Mike, she said, As she laid the twenty-one Blood-red poppies On the neat and tidy grave. Happy birthday, Mike she sighed, As she tried to stop her tears,