Talecatching

A story about a man named 'Da' who died.

Ballad type song about a woman in a struggle to right a wrong

Dreamland.

I was very young at the time.

An elegy to my late Grandfather who passed away on Easter Sunday at the age of 92. They always said he had Pat Jennings hands.

I brought him into my room and grabbed the first aid pack and the phone. I guess it was time to call that number.

The face was that of one of the thugs that were beating Jay. Except his face was different.

i have never been to new york. is is what happened when i didn't go.

a tiger escapes
papers are printed
a woman stands

On Swanning Night came wandering home
A loose-chinned man, parched and alone
Rest - he take it; thirst - he slake it
And gnawed the cheese down to the bone

Wondered I what jiggered him so,

There are more clouds in Heaven than on Earth,
Horatio, and here's one coming our way
But is it a cumulo thingus or a whispy-dispy fray?

I think it's the shape of a camel

can i hunt your dinosaurs?

All the ingredients
can be mixed and shaken up
spice can be too hot
a litle bit of this and that

Things on the scales
usd to be weighed by weights
if not correct
wouldn't balance right

Talia hopes that Aunt Rosalind would be able to put her mind at ease. But once there, she finds herself in a new dilemma

it's a poem. i cannot tease you more than that...

The Cobweb Queen

Her minions jump, sing and dance around
But to you or me
They are never seen
And never make a sound

On this cold dark night
Among a group of trick or treaters

She’s my twin, Rene. But we are not identical. For one, Rene’s voice is much higher than mine.
I also hate dolls.

Once upon a dreamy night, a maiden slept tormented by fright,
From wild dreams, placed upon her by a bitter enchantress whose power would astound,

dancing on feet of golden sorrow
prancing on streets of molten tomorrow
we wait
fleeting down streams with blazing ships
beating down dreams with thrashing whips
we advance

And just remember, that I changed so much for you.