Ode to my could have been

Shutting my eyes I smell your perfume Still floating in the air. In the kitchen Lays the glass your lipstick marks where you Breathed. And all that was Has gone. Decayed but not forgotten

Shakespeare in Love

O joyful love O Sorrowful parting O Spiteful fate As I watch my love In the promised arms

Pure

Earth, Air, Fire, Water Bless this house of bricks and mortar North, South, East, West May this body and soul be blessed By the setting sun and full moon
Cherry

I don’t know what it means to be in the premiership

But I like the patter of the man selling flags and whistles, and the way the window wobbles when the happiness gets too crowded. I don’t know what it means to be in the premiership,
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Souvenir from Mexico

Papi opened his palm And offered me a lollipop. And I, timid as a new-born cactus Yet without spears, accepted. And I took it in my mouth Without knowing what it was.

Salt On The Wound

Like salt Once stab It Burns Too bad It hurts To know The place Quite mad No cut Makes worse Or course More terse Then knowing All terrible Deeds Traversed Is pie In the sky

THE CHOSEN ONES ( PART SIXTY SIX )

Families reunite.

Working World

Now I watch from this one window As the ordinary world passes by. It doesn’t seem to need me now, Managing quite well on its own. Its days can start and dress themselves

THE CHOSEN ONES ( PART SIXTY FIVE )

Family come together.
Cherry

Let's start again

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