The Yonder Mountainside

Up yonder on the mountainside, Where daylight fears to tread. The place the fallen stars reside, To claim both live and dead. There's an evil on the mountainside, And an evil which is real.

Playing With Dreams

For hours I must dream and play, In hopes that dreams may fill the day. And if said dreams too soon reside, I'll find a nook in which to hide. And if said nook is taken still,

A Day In My Own

A Mystery

the shock of knowing a birth-child could be so beautiful

A graceful sleep

For the moments in life that no-one else sees.
Cherry

Swinging

A hazy semi-autobiographical summer poem.

the 8th day

a rewrite of an old story because I can't think at the moment.

Sophia the Scamp

Having inflated the small blow-up bouncy house in the living room for four year old Sophia and five year old Marcus, the adults went out the sliding glass door...

The Changing of the Sheets

Mark always looked forward to the changing of the sheets. Most of the time, Richard put out the expensive sheets that he dared not sully.

The Siren's Swan Song

Helene exploded with bubbly laughter and fresh tears as she took the stage for the last time. For nigh on thirty years, she had been the pièce de résistance of the Cabaret Bellissima.

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