spent Version 2
We spent the summer, Twisting threads of echo's Into ambient shards of clustering starlight. Throwing our passions, Upon the little gods of this world, As we sought each other's heart,
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River of the Universe- Chapter 4
The Doctor was pouring over the copious notes, he was starting to get frustrated.
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school
A pencil fell from the sky, and Next to it a white feather rested. Drawn by something beyond myself, both Re-written and unburdoned; I senced Every fiber of my being ache,
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Ghost
“My name is Trevor Collins, and for as long as I can remember, I could see and talk to ghosts.”
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Turd in a white wine sauce
After ten years on loan to the National Gallery, Damien Hirst sold his ‘Turd in a white wine sauce’ to a private collector for an undisclosed fee.
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The Holy Lance Chapter 3 Cont.
It's that corpse again
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I Allow It
Everything that happens in my life, I allow. When I wake up and go on the internet, knowing it will dissolve my will to write, I allow it. When I latch onto futile resentment
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A Bit of a Domestic 2
Danny and Johnboy arrive at Sammy's flat. Warning: Contains very strong language and some sweary words.
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St Francis Day
Another of my poems which was published in Earthlove magazine that I would like to share with ABCtalers
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The Ghosts Of Flanders Field
And we find ourselves in Flanders field again, trapped by those bloody poppies, row on row. We say “Christ! Sweet dove, do not leave. For it is with you, we long to go”.
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