Death In the Afternoon

A true tale of woe

The Valley of the Ace of Hearts

Inspiration Point - 15 minutes, aye aye!

triangular

Life, death, the here ever after This worlds jib, jibs, triangular! The father, son and Holy Ghost Desire, love and lust! They’re the obsequious... Yearnings, burning in us most;

Language is the kingdom

Language is the kingdom of the soul It's compass is the making of the whole Weather by madness Science or art It's lineage contains the heart. And when the needle points out death

‘Catch a falling star,' you say.

‘Catch a falling star,' you say. (6th Dec 2008, 6.38pm) Night is hesitant, waiting at the window beside your face, echoing your call to come and play; ‘Come out, come out,

To seed the steps of heaven

Morning-glory must open! To seed the steps of heaven And on her nap of cloud; Might yours be a halo a crown? Opening the gates of heaven... And that basket of laundry

A white Christmas

When the last of the rowanberries are eaten It is said, then’ that truly the winter began; Invaders sit on TV aerials of ermine Pinkish-brown birds from as far as Japan.
Cherry

The E-cot

A family prepares for the birth of a child.

Reflection on a box of letters

Reflection on, first online 4/2005 -

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