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The Trouble with Grace

We couldn’t help ourselves, even though we knew where it would end.

Spirit of the Forest

He's in the moons silvery crescent, And the sharp eye of a pheasant, The swift movement of a hare, You'll find him there Spirit of the forest Inside the towering oak, This giant awoke,

Lonely Knight

He stood on the windswept battlefield, All alone his senses reeled, The Knight wiped his sword on the grass, Around him fallen comrades lay, The end of a bitter, bloody day,

The Invisible Man

Head in pieces like a broken vase, Standing on bridges shouting at cars, Casually cutting himself, Counselled on the National Health. Voices whispering in his head, Better off dead,

An Ode to Midges

Green snow falling on my windshield relentlessly, tiny green guru that taught me the art of squee-gee, green sea full of dragon-fly ships, bitter bugs persistently trying to slip through my lips,

POV of a Vampire

The first thing the vampire saw was the man’s stomach.

4 Fibs

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Poem of the week

Drifting

The world was born in ice and fire, With it myself, both truth and liar. The hopeless whorls of man's desire And unaware, I drifted. And eons passed, and then, and on

Invaded Dreams

Light hearted Fantasy. Any comments?

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