cherries

on my apron, hung, one bow missing. glass bowl cradling three apples. my scarf and his crumpled on the table empty box of green jasmine tea, his. tete-a-tetes in too small a pot, mine.

Together Alive

It finally hit me that I would never see him again when I took a scoop of dirt and put it onto his casket. As I did so, I started to cry. It was the...

"the priceless reed"

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Spring Things

I praise the joyful litany of things that are so wonderful about the Spring; her sun, a golden kiss on bluer skies; her gentle breeze, April’s contented sighs;
Cherry

Reverend Lovegood’s Automated Prayer Machine

If only the late Reverend Thomas Lovegood had had more faith he might be with us today but then we would never have had his marvellous invention.

leggings now n then

more black magic

Mine is the voice off all things

I am a seagull and all your creations Are as a sea wave beneath my wings So, Lord Mine is the voice off all things Traveled, together in you… Lord. What is the meaning of all this evil?

Tradition systematizes all strength in size

All hunting packs on earth are different But we’re all hounds nose to ground… We’re all here for the first time, Scenting blood; like a blood hound.

POEM: Just Act Natural.

Act natural, what the hell is that?

Movements

A surreal semi-improvised poem.

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