The New School

Starting a new school is difficult but add to this a new country as well and it becomes almost traumatic .

Safe Exit

The story of a man who is faced with inner conflict and indecision .
Cherry

Leftovers

How lust cuts across class barriers

CREE MAIDEN poem

a muscled grip keeping two OPP constables sweating through tunics

PORT BICKERING HARBOUR, NOVA SCOTIA poem 2nd version

onboard, tourists in Tilley hats watch from motor homes and brand name muscle cars

SOUTHSHORE, NOVA SCOTIA poem

a splendour outline against Canso’s shore boy-silhouette at harbour’s open mouth

Homunculus

Pi goes on too prove and it does so forever You can not fit a square peg in a round hole. Vita ex Coda. Perception is changed retracing the past. Remembering as if in dreams how we dived

Dreams of something

Last name, ever. The first name, the greatest. Started off with nothing, Like a sprained ankle boy with nothing to play with. Kicking rocks and stones, foot in the glass ever since I was a kid.

A Genius for Me

Go on then, who is there?

Humanity Lost. Chapter Two. Part Two

Coventry 1999 (or ‘When I Was King’)… Please check out my random website at http://www.uponahill.com/

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