Venturing Home

Solemn naked trees, Silence Not a song No murmur snared, Standing among thin Forest branches bare That hang cynically Moving so stiffly, With bitter icy gusts,

I Wear a Size 5

I wear a size 5 Assortments upon my back Carried with pride, No wedding ring Binds me to man, My empty womb remains swollen Still, after all this time With life

Domain in Denial

A few more hours And earth rumbles No longer graciously humble Mad pebbles hopping Flowers in disdain, shrivel As fading sun burns Heavy in black sky. No more starlit wonders

Skulls & Bones

Yale seemed pretty much like Harvard except that it was a little more polite. She saw the similar names of the Halls, but things were a little more playful. It was more serene at Yale.
Cherry

Secret Gardens

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Poet/Photographer/Writer Interview

...Nature and Spirit are the closest to my heaert and I would love to see a lot more...

Streatham Kite Festival

You took me to a world where kites dance in the sky: steady box kites watching over Chinese dragons, diving, swooping, swirling, and silver twin-tailed stunt kites leap and swish through the air,

Mi Mam & the Curate

With apologies to Marriott Edgar

Alexion 12 Part 1

The entrance to the mortuary side of the building was through a side door kept hidden behind a shiny sick yellow curtain.

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