On All-beloved-returns-night

Smoke curlike the country road leads the distant scent to me. Flame calls to souls lit in memory of the one the tears of wax mourn for The candles on the sill, waiting for a sign.

Chapter Twelve: A Good Pot of Red Sauce

Chapter Twelve

The Truth about Chocolate?

His name? Does it matter? He's West African boy. His life knows no pity,little comfort or joy. Kidnapped! Transported! And sold as a slave! In the 21st Century, such a way to behave!
Cherry

Take the next road on your left (2)

It was not an unhandsome face I recalled, even though I’d only seen it for a moment and that appearance was rather two dimensional being flattened against my windscreen.
Cherry

Huts83

dark deeds indeed.
Cherry

On Wandering Lonely As A Clod

I'm sure it's just a matter of taste... perhaps I don't have any. :-)

The Angel's Silence 27

A police officer was watching her. He then turned on his sirens and began to follow her. The music inside of Caelia’s car was so loud that she did not even hear them.

“5” Persian and Sufi influenced poems

Heedfully glowing of embers gently, vying. “O” tyrannies of love burn endlessly, undying... “O” dervish men dance and sing all—afire! The way of love lies in thy self-denying/nothing.

I a bowerbird enlisted on my flight

Daedalus, my heart is a floating bird My wing’s a weathervane soul engird. Lord, the moon is a blinding godetia And the sun is a white tropic glacier.

The horseman - part 8

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. 'Cos I'm the meanest *#*# in the valley.

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