The Betrayal of Luka
Ethereal wings twist through air, The hum of innocent dragonflies Escaping the silvered blade that’s raised, He pins me, knee to my chest. Black hair falling around his cold, blue eyes.
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The environmental problem
I was woken up at about 6.30 in the morning by a hammering on my door. “Come in,” I shouted down to Alun, “put the kettle on, I’m just getting dressed.”
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Next Of Kin
Mother always told him that God created this Earth and his father wore that beauty down daily in his pick-up truck.
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I’ve always known best … (IP)
when I started this I had some thought of placing it in the ‘humour’ section, but while writing the situation has so deteriorated that sadness and concern have eclipsed any original wry humour.
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purple ribbon
around her hair she ties a purple ribbon she ties her hair with a purple ribbon in the merry month of may and if you ask her why the hell she wears it
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Raskolnikov
Tell me, am I insane? Is it thoughts of you, drive me insane?
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The Abject Point at which You Say No
Love you. How the mighty words do but fall. And still falling we bleed and say them still. These words in which we are immured, we call Ourselves forth to bask in, blinding us ill.
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Book Review: The Haunted
A camping trip to the Scottish highlands turns nasty for an unhappily married couple.
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An Image of a City Still There
Beauty so deep affects the deep heart’s core, O’ City, City, how I will miss thee, An image deep in my mind to be bore. Streets that cast serenity within me,
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