Mardi Gras

The leaf bud struggles forth toward the wet concrete of Spanish Town Rd. This is faith. This light green offering, it reaches up past multicolored beads
Cherry

TRAILER SHADES AFTER MIDNIGHT

Do you see in the dark hours the same that you see in the light?

Cockroach Souls pray to Pavlov's God

bourne of volcanoes and ice ages, blood-hungry jackals and raging hail... tested by hurled heels and bombing sieges of scathing poison sprays... the ugly spirits survive

The Defeat of the Archetype (IP)

but soon they found their master new a harsh slave-driver, monster too – the only way they could be freed …

REMEMBERING

This poem regards our memory process. Sometimes we try so hard to remember that our thinking gets in the way.

Look out the window Danny

oh, baby!

Freshwater bay

i I stand by the tall, cold stone cross, and then breathe in in the view, While my mind slowly wanders towards visions of you; Yet, this bitter east wind, with its steel coloured hues,

out alone.

When the sun rests its tired head, and moon rises up instead, shadows climb out from the walls and the floors bringing danger to my thoughts. The wind weaves through the tress and leafs,

The Magical Realm of Shadows Part 1 Chapter 3

The Sibyl

The Magical Realm of Shadows Part 1 Chapter 2

Journey Into The Unknown Billy didn’t want to get up as he’d hardly slept, but Diana took away his quilt. “You know, our Di, you’re not my mam, you know.”

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