Cherry

Whose Ark?

Inspired by a Postsecret card.

Alone

Not what you want on a cold, dark night...

The Rider

Who is the strangely dressed man?

Help Me Find My Meaning

I was having an identity when I wrote this.

I can’t live without her

My first love...over msn...

The Dog Man speaking from beyond himself to a child who ran away. A Confounded Letter.

“Why don't you talk proper?” she said and “don't eat all those apples they don't grow on trees”.

I am letting go

I am slowly loosening my grip on the affairs of the world. Aging more each day, my mind and body are feeling tired My interests are now centred inwards, no longer inspired.

Somewhere To Hide

A song that I wrote when stressed.

In My Place

A song I wrote when I was falling asleep.

There is no justice, there is only me

If you have read Terry Pratchett, this is my poem about Death.

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