The Shadow Of Fear

The hand was pitch black running all the way back into the night as the fingers slipped off my shoulder

Oscar Winning Performances (Part 4)

-6-

Teaching with certainty

"Stand up straight. Be like the letter ‘I'." said Miss Westwood to a child slouching in the corridor.
Story of the week

Dead Men Talk, Part 1

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-INSPIRATIONS FROM A DROWNING-

...from bone dry land we can’t survive amongst the fish we come alive...

THE SLIPPERY SLOPE

,,,and dreams we never dreamed for fear of dreamy scenes that shadow things we can’t control ,,,

Smoke Weed All Day

Fanatic-habituated-exuberant. I'm high as the voltage on a electrical current. Depend on this herb, to make my problems go away. Journey and wonder away from the astray.

A Water Song

I saw your hand make shapes to catch the falling rain. I saw your hand as a cup under the weight of a waterfall. I saw your hand slice through icy waters rushing away from melting snow.

I AM A poem

I am trapped in the image of stares but I do not wish to exhort any deficiencies.

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