The Lost Path 4

Centre Valley is situated at the centre of a mysterious maze. Now strangers have come to them and threatens their entire way of life. Continuing fantasy story...

Circle of life

Let suitcases stand around you empty Like a Stonehenge circle Let your heartbeat, be at the centre Of a dark darts centrifugal force Let the flower that closes encase you

Encore

Star colourful films of light Dance in the mayhem of the night Stiletto angles say; it’s cold outside. But, in here a meteor-fire inside Showers with electrical anatomical sparks…

Wings and caterpillars

Still - they have shoulder blades of flight And like green caterpillars - will again. Aren’t wingless butterflies ugly as sin?

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The effervescent of warm leads to dry spells in the farm. And their banal postulating is nothing other Than masturbating from the aged Greeks or Geeks baring gifts

Luck, Laughter and Love

Since ancient times, birds have been perceived in a wide variety of ways.
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A Coney Island Saturday with Sidney Green

Betty sat in the back of Sidney Green’s taxi and poured out a glass of iced tea. ”Here ya go,” said Betty.

Two trains

Sunday, late afternoon, Leaving on time, But leaving too soon, Pulling apart, Out of the station, Different direction, Different location. Chugging, straining, Dragging their heels,
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Harley, Aggie and the Bitch

The story within the story.

A Short Trip to Llandegley Rocks

Council-paid sitter has come to stay for 4 hours: time for us both get out away together , a break from the care and watching we share of our elderly pair.

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