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the longest of days mirrored on the lake surface solstice in my heart

Warped Canvas El Toro , grotesque beauty, so easily erased to mollify fallacious bloodlust. Francis Bacon, hedonistic impres...

An Observation On The Day Of A Christening Crow, on your bough, cast your knowing eye through my morning window. White smo...

Seriously, We’re Only Human I’m a member of a writing group where I live. Though we’ve moved location a couple of times, and ‘jettison...

Stepping stones across the river of my life, most treacherous underfoot with slime of seasons past. I stand alone, surrounded by the cu...

It came to me, like light from the strongest star, a realisation, awakening, when I knew without fear that we were bound toget...

Life’s constraints Hens, kicking through grass, pecking at seeds and rivals, as it should be, free to roam beneath an open sky, eve...