What do you mean, you don't know how?

I sit there humiliated, my masculinity in tatters and my cool factor reduced to zero.

My women before me

I dream of a blend of your faces As we have known them My women before me. So like nuts – the shell being unpicked to leave a sweetmeat centre

Baby brother 3/9

Jennifer Jane had flown to Lurbridge and was sitting comfortably in the George and Dragons drinking her ginger beer.

Darkness of the Dawn

Night bleeds gold tickling leaves the grasslands breathe, shadows sliding, sweeping the savannah; wine

The Dereliction -

Poetry inspired by the true story of "The Magdalene Laundries" http://www.magdalenelaundries.com/

The Dementia -

Poetry inspired by the true story of "The Magdalene Laundries" http://www.magdalenelaundries.com/

The Defiance -

Poetry inspired by the true story of "The Magdalene Laundries" http://www.magdalenelaundries.com/

Panic On The Streets Of London

It all started with the police shooting a black male by the name of Mark Duggan who was shot dead In Tottenham after allegedly firing at police.

Seen at the Zoo Writing the Alphabet

At least I think they were dragons.

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