Romantic Love Poem

Beside the face of heaven, there I rise and see the opening of your lustrous eyes. The birth of two bright stars, each morn, I see. No man was ever fortunate as me.

the poet's feast

Thorn forests and lilac weed-flowers, crinkling critical newspaper hours, dry hills in early August, lonely book rooms of glorious must, bread and cheese and bread,

Love will always find its catamaran

You say you’re glad that now we’ve reconnected: Introspectively, “I think anymore, takers” Then a dullards-thought: Doesn’t the sea play cupid.
Cherry

Under the Greenwood Tree

Willian felt the words flow into him. Such beautiful words. But he knew they could spell his death.

Ameneh

"I have been trying for seven years to get the qisas (retribution) sentence, but today I decided to pardon him." -Ameneh Bahrami, July 31st, 2011

Maybe not bad writing, just bad story

Imagining something, under the floor, handle rattling from behind a locked door, run away, down dog-poo-lane, a giant robot rises from behind garages, running down alleys

That 'IT' thing.

An opening extract from a piece I'm hoping to continue, let me know what you think!

The Leper in the Corn (IP)

The Catcher in the Rye, Leprechaun edition.

Arcs of dawn

Arcs of dawn spread across me – they move in rivulets of light across, across my thigh across and akin to the fold where skin meets skin and leg meet

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