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Poem – Circle of want

The circle of want has bent on the side, The people cling on and are trying to hide, Their need is a force and now justification, to sway us from reason and clarification. The rules…

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Poem – On the edge

Playing close to the edge with the flames of uncertainty, we can tease resistance pulling it like elastic. When it snaps you can hear the sound of creation, close your eyes for a moment and…

short story, the portrait artist.

Do not dare to mock my solitude, I am more than happy to spend my time on this wall, soaking up the sun listening to the sounds of the square. These were his thoughts on…

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Poem – Travel back then

I often wish I had created the same for my own kids, maybe I did, I will have to ask them. Travel creates memories. It doesn’t matter where you go – you just go somewhere.…

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Poem – Virginia wilting

Virginia crawls and creeps her cluster She does not fuss her timeless walls She works her wilting fingers forward, flicking dust and clinging all. Her nimble fingers knitting weaving, plotting scheming covering all. Their house…

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Poem – Wake in a garden

Spiderfly Poets from under the tree February 10, 2017 ·  I want to wake in a garden bright with poems, Where words can play in the grass And tumble and roll like a cricket ball I…

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