Let me not sugar

you with the flow of love, lust upon your bushes of hair... toss all caution to the wind and slice my hands as though I were cutting thin air... do not say that you love me

From My London Album

This is based on a photograph I took many years ago, when I lived in London. You'll have to imagine the picture for yourselves! I believe the colonnade is no longer open to the public.

Dreaming

In reverie Sweet memory Coresses my every notion Binded with my purest emotion

To The Summer Goddess- imitation of Keats

Not comparable to the great poet himself ;) But a hazy summer-day poem.

Everyday Story

High drama, every day.
Cherry

The Tender Buds of April

A flower, in all its splendour, finally opens...

Do As Angels Do

Can you be so cruel? Can you be so heartless? Can you be so unlovable? Try to do as angels do Can you not feel? Can you not believe? Can yoou not trust? Try to do as angels do

A Long Time Coming

It is said that, over the course of this year, 3500 people will sleep rough in London.

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