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Preface. The Game Begins

It is bitter winter in the mountains, a pale sickle moon casting a wan silver light over the unmarked white of the snow.

A Gambler Born and Bred 16

At Christmas, I went back to England to see Mum for the first time since 1990.

A Gambler Born and Bred 15

Till Death Do Us Part

The trees, the ocean Have set life to motion And years of this play Have but fashioned the day But in retrospect Have we seen Have we met Do we mend what was broken Take warnings as token
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She's Very Nearly

She's a very nearly person.

UNTITLED 2

A young internet friend of mine recently lost a childhood friend to cancer - i was moved to write this poem in response.
Poem of the week

Back of my hand

Back of my hand (9th June, 2010) I wrote your name on the back of my hand with eyeliner, so I wouldn’t forget; you know how I am; memory lane twists and turns, if only I hadn’t learnt the
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Wishing Well

The re-telling of an olde and curious legend of a Yorkshire witch, a necromancer and a seer...........

How Did We Survive

we would grab onto the back of the car bumper as the driver tried to negotiate the snow covered Chicago streets
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The Coming of Age .November Part 2.

More goings on.

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