THE WATER BABY CHAPTER THREE

"Sophie, why don't you come over here and let me cuddle you?" "No, Mum. I'm not Sophie."

THE STORY OF ME AND MY LIFE ENTRY TWO

10th Feb 1999 Dear Abi

Put It Down and Step Away

Some thing ties you still and you must guess, you feel a thread stretching, while it's there you are sealed in the past. He says box it put it near your feet tie it up with string, shout.

LEZZIE-ASON CHAPTER TWO

"What is it, May?" I asked. I could hear sobbing coming from the other end of the phone, which is why I asked.

Grandma - Poetry by Marjorie Rose Millar

This is my Mothers poem. She wrote this 30 years ago when she was 18 years old.I think its excellant, very true and touching.
Cherry

Absence

200 words.

wash my face

The time it takes to wash my face That’s how I plan the day. I look peacefully in the cloudy sink And just wish my life away. All the day is filled with smiles, And crying sometimes too.

Day of Reckoning

Slow grown from a fiery birth to become a cradle of life amidst endless empty worlds

Echoes

Don’t you just despair of those echoes of some long-forgotten love,

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