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For the Love of Death

Built by my father now falling all around me This wooden house erected in time of peace I live in solitude on this windswept hill; I'm sat Watching...

Mask

He is much too young to be indifferent Still many years from seeing, All of life’s tragically beautiful colors Yet he wears a malaise tinted jacket,...

Is that it?

Chapter 1. When I was ten years old, I remember quite an unusual moment that changed me radically. I was hanging out in the evening with my...

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"Are you sure it's this way?" "Positive, I came this way the last time I visited," said Martin Randolf, climbing over the unsteady fence onto the...
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My Poetry to Date

Verses that sing in the air and catch in the wind They flow from my pen as new ways I find My mind is at rest as I sit here and write About all of...

Eve's observation of winter

Five women sat gathered round the fire The clear light of evening flooded the room Winter was upon them but excitement flowed Eve was joining them...

Politicians

Politicians Politicians rising to the fight, a new election promise, a chance of success. It’s all about winning support, appealing to voters – but...

Posthumous Pen

We sit sharing your scotch and soul renouncing the new, none nobility who reside down the hall. You colour me a story, about art reflecting life...
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Biss or Bissn't

Biss or bissn't said the Bard...

Spilled Coke

Staring between the small and hidden nape, Stir the cinnamon infused brew, The haunting moment where I probably lost you. The darks spent trying to...