Poem – Polluted tongues

I have searched for a memory – Moontox is calling. She talks of two moons in a sky that is dawning. I wake and remember, what comes after grey, the skies have been darker than…

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imagine

Here in my imaginative place, i hear birds bleating good wishes, friends share dishes, smiling of others good fortune. here we believe in ourselves and of others, caring mothers, and fathers at ease. religion or…

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.…