Calm, still is the night Up at a great height On a twisted twig The owl doth sit Listening, glaring into black air Awaiting a movement, awaiting a stir Sharpening claws against bark

The Black widow spins her web. A lonely attendant for the dead, Her silver-line of memory Depicting scenes of tragedy... A distant pattern of love Blowing between two branches above

Leaves swirl at my feet a colourful tornado Stark, bare trees stand above Fruits sour, leaves crisp Heavy is the sodden floor Weightless blossoms fall

A 'cold-hearted' publicist with her own advertising agency, Cleo is going to get more than an office added to her house! As she searches for a reputable builder, love is about to knock her to the ground and begin its own rebuilding...

1st Verse: Free like the wind; free like the rain; free like wild horses that run on the plain. Free like the rivers that flow to the sea; free from the cages of captivity. Chorus:

You are the Champion!!!!!! You take home the fabulous Wazoola Golden Bear trophy.

Betty fletcher flipped the switch on the intercom. “Mr. Danger,” said Betty. “Ya got a minute?”

ah Pia the one before a new year!

Can a haircut change a man's life? Donald thinks it can. This is the first in a collection of stories taking place in North London; Winchmore Hill to be more precise. Fiction? Perhaps...