Blind

Sometimes, I feel blind, like someone who cannot see himself, only others unless... so not completely there. A part of me lives to see the other part die, only laughter issues,

Foxes Screaming

I can hear the foxes screaming
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The West

(Driving Through Suburbia) When you drive through a suburb, You see the ghosts of the land: Pines standing free and open, Avenues of young maples, planted after the wars,

Best And Fairest

With football sometimes there's more than winning , this is a story that makes impossibilites happen .

Absolution

she is stark raving mad

Purple Miasma

Penultimate chapter in my collection entitled The Solitude of Fireflies, about revolution and the awakening of humanity.
Cherry

What want mooring

What want mooring They went home and locked the home gate they went home and did the washing up and at tea time when mum said because I am in a boat having a hard time we have dog for dinner
Cherry

The god loss

The god loss Remember the little god who stood up to sleep, strolled across lawns mimicking ducks. They say he beat back books, charged per syllable with
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Apples and cheese

Apples and cheese I wouldn’t make much of a ploughman given I don’t like apples or cheese. In bed I’d unshirt him enjoy all the things and then like beer off a dog’s lip

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