A week with Peter 8/17

Jennifer Jane looked at Lieutenant Moonshine rather worriedly.

writers' block

in the self-conscious place competing concepts oil-deep self-doubt tired of poetry tired of life : "the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to" my verse receiving praise

A Bittersweet Melody - Extract One

From the passionate genius of the eccentric rock musician to the heartfelt bitter tears of a groupie facing the cold reality of daylight.....

On July 1st

I watched our flag saluting an afternoon breeze children dancing to band shell tunes

To Die is Gain

Hope came upon me as a light bulb in a storm

Lay Feathers Down

The sun brings blistering heat, dewy wings

The Servant And The Rose.

It all happened so long ago. I’m surprised I still remember the events of that day. I’m thirty now, and it happened when I was twenty. There was Mother, my sister Grace and I at home.

Feathers in the night

On a weekend while his Mother is away Jack wishes on a star to fly, the next thing he knows he has a guest that can make his wish come true, but will Jack take the chance to fly with this guest?

This emergency hood

The repossession will be executed by something factual – that instinct that does walking without thinking legs move like this. We could all tell sorts of secrets -

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