I wrote this poem about a friend who had several relationships with women but frequently left them and seemed to be happy living on the streets of London.

A poem I wrote about a tramp who used to live on Northumberland Street in Newcastle. He disappeared after 1992 and I understand his name was Tom and he was killed by a car near Newcastle Airport.

...'the blind can't help the blind' sort of situation...

I was diagnosed with pre-cancrous bonemarrow and the doc said "quality of life was important".My husband denied it was happening and said"If you need treatment I think you should just refuse."I fel

He sighed.

(edited) Ch 1 Taylor “Have you ever tasted dirt? Have you ever felt your heart stop, if only for a minute? Have you ever smelled the sweet odor of wet earth, and swallowed it?"

200 words.

I looked out on the town. A large distortion of gray, that’s all it ever was and that’s all it’ll ever be.