Autobiography. I think?

Life in the lat forties, ten pound Pom and poverty and political awakenimng. Don't know if I am doing this right? Chapter 2.

People you meet

People you meet

The Strong Survive

Nature has a special meaning for me---a place of respite for heart and mind. A place to enjoy.

Verismo Bliss Chapter 7

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Verismo Bliss Chapter 6

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Verismo Bliss Chapter 5

5. Harry walked to Matthews Yard. He needed to work off the food and the taste of Ramona on his lips. Women always fucked up his thinking.

Owl Time Rag

competition entry

God’s eyes must have the scimitars kiss.

God’s eyes must have the scimitars kiss. Because he cuts us; blindly remiss… With a brazen look the zeniths fall And rise to stagger, for curtain call.

Oil made of stone

I curse your love for needing me Those prison lips purse a lily Around my days of endless toil Send me back to earth its loam soil. For what is love, my darling love!

Mom, Baby Boy & Rick

I am always experimenting with thoughts and ideas, sometimes getting off base, yet at times come up with a new way of looking at things. This poem presents a mirror of thoughts.

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