Blessings
I feel I need to give instructions on reading this. The forward slash (/) is an indication for a breath. Read slowly :).
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The Sparrow
Home in dry places.
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Anywhere You're Not
You say you love me You say you miss me All these words, piling up inside I don't know what's truth and what's lies But I know But I know
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War Among the Nations
In death they are heroes and we are their reflection
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the secret life of things
there's a secret life to things, like Ricky said, that inspired slant of light that falls upon the page and burns Apollo's lines out of Atlas's lesser verbiage, the language of shadows,
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A Commentary : Sins
This tale involves Nazi terror, murder attempts, our heroine's vicissitudes in business life and ill luck with men...........
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Reflections
A poem to my late Mum on Mothers Day.
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Out of the ashes (Flash Fiction)
Once, a group of Fascists who had occupied a small town built a fire to burn poetry and art and music and hurled upon it anything they could find in that town that was beautiful or inspired freedom bu
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The Nazi problem
My grandfather was woken at 6.30 one morning by a hammering on his door. He dressed quickly and rushed downstairs to find Alan (Alun’s grandfather) in an agitated state.
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Cleethorpes. (I Wish we were going to Spain)
Tied to his Mother's domineering appron stings, he longs to live his own life.
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