honest eyes

bona fide blue staring back & in belief of something said thoughts just can’t place the whole world seems to dance on the head of a thimble. the single, solitary, trembling, fragile,

death of a little bird

outside the picture window which provided pleasure to the aging couple whose days of raising their own children were long gone in the past, a mother blue jay had two babies &

silver hair

so, how important is it, media fear mongers of the world, that Julian Assange has “silver hair”--- you seem to include it in every description of what is happening to him,

Oh those 60's

The sixties were a time of fun Mods on scooters, days in the sun Beatles, Stones and Dave Clarke five Songs that made us feel alive. Weekends spent down on the sands

Fun in the Sun chapter 19

“You, Miss Sally Fitzroy-Smith,” he began, watching her look of surprise at his sudden action, “are the most fun I’ve ever had,” he finished matter of factly.

A reflection on anger

A reflection on anger P K Routray Anger is definitely a deadly devil, Man is taken straight to the hell after and even before death by this evil.

These Demons

This will be the last time you read anything that my hands are capable of producing, from what my mind is capable of creating;

Critic and Mother

Critic and Mother P K Routray We are afraid of criticism and critic, immaterial whether they are constructive or destructive, rustic or caustic.

A Feast of Delight

When they investigate robin is waiting

Fragments Written in Manchester

for Amy the streets I miss the concrete jungle! the old town the Northern Quarter the walk along the canals the brief time we went running the august sun the happiness

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