3rd day poem :) nearly christmas!

another blasted christmas poem

Last Weekend in Devon

Moving through the gentle breast-like undulations Of this grassed lushland, Damp to the red earth that smells of healthy holidays, One feels one’s eyes begin to open wider

These Hands

These were the Hands, Grasping at the gravel, Begging and pleading for mercy. -(crap, crap, and more crap!)-

Book Review: Demon Seed

A review of the Dean Koontz's 1973 about a machine with a mind of its own.

What Do You Do?

How can you feel so much and be told it's unrequited... how do you be a different you?

Tablets will destroy the dream I fear…

Which is the better to follow... your heart or the world? When do you know which is the better option?

Rainham Marsh Proposal

I’d never seen the light on the Thames from here The trains they rattle and inside rattles fear The others stare through binoculars but you’re all I see Honey just keep holding on to me

Improper Nouns

...and other parts... Wii, gusset, squelch, Littlehampton, Hampton Court, privates, dangle, pump action, Michael Hunt, hump, dongle, probe, rear admiral, rowlocks,
Cherry

Cold Comfort

Funny...how we've changed over the years.

Verismo Bliss - Chapter 13

13.

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