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THE WORDS melted wetly together Slickly sliding across the page. I was dubious; unsure whether I could, should, would control … More

Snap-shot.


* When the sky, for brief moments, stops. Leaves no longer rustle as, briefly Everything ceases. Drops Of molten reality, … More

Hexagon.


What is it? Do you know? Can I ask you? Will you go? – I see you, Standing there. What … More

Old Man Bone-bag.


“I live between the cracks of a mountain’s Soul”, The old man said. His great time-carved arms Stretched in knotted … More

Dreaming Peacefully.


She’s Weeping in a piercing hopeless pain At smiling, sharp boned anorexics cut- Ting the air with their razor-edge framework. … More

Bubble.


In thoughts lowly ditch I cower and moan. As hope glides on by I tremble and groan. A pocket of … More

Leaves.


The leaves are bronzing over, as umber Shafts of the Autumn’s sun, tent- like, shade folly’s of a forced mortal … More

Brevity.


Drifting in the terrible scream Of a trembling explosion. Neat Victims seeming to shimmer in the melting heat Before thudding … More