You Will Be Mine (Not-at-all-literal translation of 'Tu Seras À Moi')

I gaze into the night without seeing the moon Which gleams palely down upon me, and illuminates my pen. I cannot sleep, I cannot rest, I only think of you-

Rainbow Falling

Overblown and faintly ridiculous, I still enjoy listening to a great voice...

The Coming of Age. August Part 1.

A little bit of child care.

MY DEAR LORRAINE Updated. June 2011. How do I keep the reads 348 from 2009

I love you as my little girl but still have your first curl With your winning looks and smiles I’ve nursed you when ill and cried

Submerged

Submerged, Face press'd down Bubbles flee Life refugee. Water burns Each nostril Blood screaming Terrors teeming. Future rent Past unseamed Eyes rolling White like knuckles And no more.

The Suit

Here he sits: The BusinessMan, His suit of knife-sharp edges, Each pinstripe a bullet. The shard in his eye, The straining buttons over belly Attest to his success.
Cherry

Wyrm 6

When have space-time wormholes ever been good for the world? Who knows what might be dredged up?
Cherry

Saturday morning 2

more tales from early morning

Small Talk Act II

ACT III

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