Captive / Contradiction

The place approaches and almost everything that I am ceases to be The groundedness of me in the earth gives itself up and the familiar madness creeps in The differences are subtle

April

Effortlessly spreading butter from the dish without mulling over which knife to use the joy that there’ll be no doleful waiting time for the stuff to melt sufficiently on the toast

A Lost

where are you? wandering the streets, looking for a home looking for someone who understands, looking for someone who loves. so many days have you spent in the streets, living under bridges,

Here

It’s here: our pulses slowly start to quicken; While dancing with bright heat fuelled eyes, They Linger long- then slowly start to glisten, As our warming hands- reach out for soft
Cherry

The Man with the Earring

There was someone, some time, somewhere.

The lady in blue

For the yesterday lady in

POEM: Certainty.

When love settles in the heart, and warms it.

Death of Connor Sanderson: Chap 1:Part 6.

London,1910: Abraham Stoker's 'Dracula' had made barely a ripple in the pool of human consciousness. Connor Sanderson is a vampire. He just does not know it yet...this morning he woke up dead.

SUE AND CLAIRE

20 / 20 vision

An ode to spring

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