Autobiography
Tram
Silence is being interrupted by loud raping from earphones of kid standing nearby and noisy moves of tram doors. After exhausting day I am standing...
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Leggings fitting things in.. towards the end again.
A moment of reflection.... They are too intrusive: they say they have Grandfather's (mine not theirs) stuff and can use it to improve their psychic...
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Second Grade Scandal
I loved going to school but cried on the first day because I had wanted Sister Martha, who used to give the children crackers to eat after they’d...
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Fleeting Moments
I see my children, The sun in their hair, the wind in their clothes, The sky in their eyes. Freedom is theirs, Fleeting, but true. Emotions so pure,...
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Distractions
She walked down the street at a pace that suggested she had somewhere to go, but it was not at a pace that suggested being in a hurry. The green...
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Keeps
The old key keeps Its place amongst the others on the ring I guess I just couldn't bring myself to press the metal open And push it free, Throw it...
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Maniac's Montage
2 Sheriffs see red head-lights burning bright ahead to stop Flight 52 (haiku) Flight-ladies served him absinthes, a 'London Times,' and gushing...
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Give me the image of my soul
I wish it would come The day dream figure The half-imagined stab at truth I wish it would come into night time Make itself less amorphous More...
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Built on Sand
It was a weekend of rituals. Guy Fawkes’ Night as ever combined the ancient practice of bonfires with the recollection of seventeenth-century “...
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Why Do They Do That?
I had bought my lovely knitted Diesel green gloves; they were SO special to me, that was last year. I was always careful to put each glove in each of...
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