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If I Took....

The arrogance of suicide

Twelve Questions To The Dead

Twelve questions for the dead.

Goodbye Note

Disenchanted, lost and beaten...

Orphan

What a cold and lonely place it must be.

The Sauna

Here, get your shorts off, grab a towel and come with me. Sounds like one of Elton John’s chat-up lines.

Dead in the Head

Go and sell yourself and your murdering ways Your story of sorrow is false, but it pays All you are is afraid and dead All because of what that bitch done and said A liar, A cheat, A drug user

Cremated

Boom. And that was it. Over in a second. A house full of memories. A family full of hope. No room, no letters, no fish and chips. All over a colour, Of somebody’s skin.
Cherry

Poetry Box

1. I receive a call, long-distance, from a woman I've never met. I ask: Who are you ? She refuses to give her name. In a cellar, in a house, in a country far away, she says
Cherry

Run, Adam

Adam runs alongside the frozen canal, new year's day - his fiftieth year. It's good to do this he's been told, to run along the canal's artery the ground hard beneath his feet

pogo stick

having almost propelled myself to my death from the 2-1/2-story building.

My Kangaroo (True)

If you see Skippy jumping bouncing up and down put hime on plane with label attached and his name and address.This is true.

ride'n and rope'n, I love riding horses

I do love to ride my white horse and I use to go riding often until “the incident”. You see I’ve been trying to learn how to ride but it has become difficult and my story is a little painful.

We don't always get to choose what we love

I had just finished putting up my first hay cutting of the season just before the last rain when a frail wild cat showed up at my front door with one tiny kitten.
Cherry

The Beautician's Day Off

A flimsy curtain screen all that’s between them and their dignity...

She thinks of missing once he has gone home. Waiting for the Dream of Gerontius.

Little things irritate, like they always do and larger things send her screaming for a room with the door always closed.
Poem of the week

Dr Crippen's Transcendental Sushi Bar

She walks through the door and feels a surge of hot blood in the pit of her stomach. "Sit here" he says "near the conveyor belt. That way you'll be sure to enjoy the choicest cuts."

The Princess ( a true account)

this then was a dear little girl at church I helped.

"FEEL WRITE" .

as Robert says come in we sit and chat and learn and listen to sounds and echoes of falling rain.

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