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Urban Thanksgiving
Over the river and through the hood to grandma's tenement we go our stolen Cadillac's GPS knows the way to cut around the drug-infested fray through...
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Starve her of a father
Starve her of a father Let her feel your pain Paint him as a monster She’ll never see again. Starve her of a father Scrub her till she’s raw Tell her...
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A Misplaced Coma
Where did you leave it last? I can't remember. That's the point. Sharp and unignorable like a hideous stranger on a bus. Or a boil full of poisonous...
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I have much less to be thankful for
This Thanksgiving I have much less to be thankful for. Much less than I did just one year before. When I lost Mom in March, I lost my mother and my...
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The Turned- Pt. One
I was in school when it first happened. The boy I liked, Jason, was very sick. He had never acknowledged me much in high school before, that I knew...
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The Kind Folk
Hey, what've you got in the bucket? It's the wolfman's head Let's have a look No, it's too dangerous. You can have his glasses though Really? Cheers...
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What You Know
What goes on in your mind Day by bleary day? Things to do Or places you have to go to? Do you think of your family Or purposely block them out? Does...
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Leathig despairs.
An extract from a larger piece. I may continue. Just to see where it goes.
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school photos 32
The Partick post-office branch smelled musty, a large cavernous room that echoed the sound of hurrying feet and voices but now it was relatively...
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Time-honored Portrait of out Great Grandfather
Exhumed from Time's dark coffin to linger on in perpetuity. Mortal lines traced on brokered canvas, framed by posts of organic wood, bracing.a life...
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Himalayan Balsam and Happy Valley
“Verde, que te quiero, verde” – Federico Garcia Lorca An alien landscape at the path’s edge. I was just at the start of a downward slope between...
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Trying to adjust (IP)
For a long time now, increased confusions meant he needed help with loo excursions; so, retiring early to my bed, with thought of broken sleep ahead...
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Sidney Takes Leicester Square - Part Two - A Craven Danger Mystery
“But I’ll tell ya about London first. That was the fun part of the war. The rest I’d rather not talk about. Leicester Square. Now that’s something to...
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The Stone Child (A Christmas Fairytale)
Once there was a little girl called Agnetha who lived with her wicked aunt Hezabel and her two horrid and very ugly cousins. Agnethas wicked aunt was...
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Rotation (Children’s Game)
The Rotation Stick and the Object of the game: Players have an object called a Rotation stick that is like a combination lock in that it is a stick...
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REQUIEM ETERNUM
REQUIEM ETERNUM He looked at me with tear-filled eye ‘Oh Ginger, Am I going to die? I looked and saw his lifeblood flow And gruffly answered; ’Course...
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J.F.K. IV
WE often speak of mythology as lies. George Orwell, in "Why I Write," states "political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder...
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Happy little soul
i am happy little soul yes i am in my heart i smile all the time i am just me i look up there sunshine in my mind and i see my butterfly flying...
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Hold me
hold me tight never let me go i just think i would not be me without you by me i look into your eyes and i know there love there i heard your voice...
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Morphing
I’m shedding my skin, morphing into something new But all you can say is how you don’t recognise me anymore I’ve let go of the past and left it...
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