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Up Above

When will you know

And when will you listen?

It is you that makes the stars glisten.

Hold me now for I am scared.

For if you are feeling unprepared. 51 more words


Long song days -

And others just like yesterday, he had forthcoming Millennium days
Decided to switch on a listen light, take in a Gaelic waulking song for a Confederate Yankee, Woody Guthrie on his headphones… 29 more words

Poetry & Prose


Nature goes out with beauty

Red and gold replace the green

Leaves gallantly fall and turn to dust

Awaiting the Phoenix

Of spring

Today I leave regrets in gold… 21 more words


i think i was supposed to be a good girl. i was
supposed to play by the rules and colour inside
the lines. i was supposed to work in jobs that… 249 more words


The charity people -

November days at the Christmas soup kitchen
Vagabond meals of vegetarian soup, that liquidated water, almost vapour
Unclean souls wash their teeth with it, added flavour from parishioner’s anguish, any floating protein solids saved for the sake of all the between their soup ladle days… 60 more words

Poetry & Prose

Sea Breeze & Melodies

Flow down with the undertow.

The water’s waves are gentle and serene.

Enter a new scene.

A nice face switches to mean.

The tide has begun to recede. 41 more words


Artistic Blunders

Frustration brims
The past sinks in.
Glass from the window
Reflects off my skin.

When does life begin?
Forget about the end
I am simply stuck within.