These are my mountains…

Do you remember the hand? That shook the cradle And drew the shape of Africa And that land of America, A Land of Hope and Glory… Do you remember the hand? That shook the cradle

Beneath a mango moon our love

We came barefoot to the mountains… Weaving in and out; Through the purple sleeping flowers … Outside the forest; Like ancient beasts we came to a clearing… With a hyacinth blue stream:

Black sorceress

black sorceress my heart impales at your voice what is my body if my heart and soul are lost if you wave goodbye and turn away I am lost if a desert stretches between us I am lost

Deconstructing Context 7

Now, there is nothing wrong with putting things in their context. After all, we are not God. But Postmodernism

Deconstructing Context 6

Now, you are ask why society is being fragmented on ideological and racial grounds. It is very simple. There is really no unified theory of the Universe.

No Time For Me

Ooooo Iv just had a naughty Thought,while the kids are A sleep I think a midnight Shower would be just What is needed right Now. In goes the bubble bath And Off with the clothes,

The End?

Beyond the gates, a whole world was out there waiting for us. Just me and Charlie, hand in hand, setting out for who knows what.

Beshley and Simone - Part Two

Aunty Joan looked old, impossibly old. She became old overnight when her only child Julian had taken his own life aged just seventeen, that was almost twenty five years ago.

Drowning

Terror on a peaceful day

Deleted (An extract)

An extract from a recent story written, Deleted. By me. Enjoy.

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