
Running for it (repost)
My old father-in-law, now gone, was someone I knew for the first thirty years of my marriage. It does take me a long while to get to know anyone, and … Continue Reading Running for it (repost)
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
My old father-in-law, now gone, was someone I knew for the first thirty years of my marriage. It does take me a long while to get to know anyone, and … Continue Reading Running for it (repost)
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I brought you a present ‘Twas an old cuckoo clock From a second hand store in the city On its top was a pheasant And it said “Tick-a-Tock” So I … Continue Reading A Cuckoo clock Christmas
They headed down the valley With their wine and picnic lunch. The periwinkles blooming They gathered by the bunch. Happily remembering The times that they had spent As children, in the … Continue Reading Periwinkles
A person very close to me met his death, at a young age, some years ago. Cancer it was, and it spread very rapidly, a “good thing” for those of … Continue Reading Loss and blame
She colours when he looks her way, a blush so fair to see. They met upon a winter’s day, but it was not to be. He saw she had the … Continue Reading Illicit
There’s something called obsession, and by all accounts it is “unhealthy”. His fleeting glimpse of a lone dancer, in a season past, will not fade. Instead, it has sprouted within … Continue Reading From Captivated, to Captivity
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