The Sibyl

Journey Into The Unknown Billy didn’t want to get up as he’d hardly slept, but Diana took away his quilt. “You know, our Di, you’re not my mam, you know.”

A work in progress - any constructive criticism welcome.

Youth is calling me back on it - Times a flourish with yellows, Greens brown white and blue - before the world turns black. The waterfront years on top of jetties,

Lonely idle wanderings abroad, peace, calm, jumping the barriers from metro to metro, RER. Warm breezes, crowds, Paris! Sunlit steps, the Pantheon,

Grumpy Old Woman's thoughts on Life in Britain Today.

Early on this morning My back began to ache So I took a little aspirin to To take the pain away Later on this morning My back was getting worse So I took two paracetamol

The sanctified burial ground expresses miles of unrestraint, a death-walk to the clouds, a beautiful land to be consumed by my feet. Death, guide me through to where no people reside

a long haiku set I composed during my first and so far only experiment with methamphetamine proper, as opposed to Kerouac's benzendrine or m.p.a., a modified meth chemical that is at this point technically entirely legal in the U.S.A..