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Family
These days we get together on a Sunday, in groups of four or five,with fleeting appearances by the younger ones before they flit away,off to their secret dramas in the stories they have just begun to write.My mother and sisters plant themselves in th...
Poem for a Child
It is time for bedtime stories, with loving lieswe weave for you these fantasies bred from old myths,softened to Disney happiness, far from reality.If we could we would make your life a happy ever afterYou would be the princess who never needed to be...
Loss
We like to write poems about loss, being the universal experience. I have written lines of prose, or romantic rumblings about loss marked out in decay and gravestones. These quantifiable losses that break our hearts but briefly, until the wound...
Political Correctness gone mad? Or taking responsibility for what you say?
When I was a little we used to say a rhyme ‘ineey, meeny, miney, mo, catch a ni***r by the toe’, you will notice in typing it I couldn’t bring myself to type the actual N-Word, because now I know better. At that time I had no understanding of ...
Poem
Perhaps she is the blue eyed girl stillUnder years and yards of something else the heart still beats.She sometimes wonders if the moments of manic possibilityAre worth the absolute lows that followWhere the entire world is dark and the walls close in...
Fairytale
We were all born once, under the light of a lucky star,these rays are only shadows now, memoriesfrom a light whose source has long since died.A moments sparkle lost in time.We are brought up on fairy tales, dreams and nightmaresand cheerfully write o...
