'The Toss of a Coin', Chapter 11

I become Associate Director of the BBC Songs of Praise for a John Wesley Anniversary Programme and tell the Germans how to run their trains on time!

The cog

So, the world is always out of focus In its Ferris wheel of strangeness It locates to the nearest cog deftly.

the fallen

saddam was the name killing was the game.

“Uncertainty”

The newly, betrothed Wanted only, to sit with me. So there must be alarm bells Of real, “uncertainty”, Ringing… inside needlessly. I’m not your agent nor am I

My English words to ‘Cossack Lullaby’ (Russian Folk Song)

Sleep my sweet darling; oh my little angel, I will watch over you like the silver moon that peers into your cradle and tell tales to you-oo-oo-oo; pretty tales to you.

Kali's Waltz

Too tired to swim and indifferent to direction, I float along current-compelled to with tranquil and grateful bewilderment comply to the direction of the river Goddess...

For You

For a fleeting moment I thought I saw you in the bamboo grove Among the tingling leaves But it was only the shadows of the branches And the mocking brush of your mekhela

My night

The embers of the melting moon,a pretty visage hiss and splutter to their death. Ghouls of memories moan in the wind, I am a shivering bat in my upside down world tonight

Musings of Greg, part one.

Greg comes to grips with his own horrific reality and reaches out for advice.

I'm Not Ready Yet

Dear Father in Heaven, How can it be that my beautiful Kevin won’t listen to me? Oh, how can my son see all that much joy in staring at websites not fit for a boy?

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