Month: December 2019

• Evening of Poetry

  for Brenda Both had come with no gardener but the soul; I had myself expressed them in weariness, Like the… Read more.

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  Evening of Poetry

  Dawn’s my Mr Right, already Cocks have crowed, birds flown from nests, The neon lights of Leeds last night still… Read more.

• Evening with Poetry

  Sorry, Neil Oram (with an orange in my pocket) I can’t make ,your loch-side commune by bonny Drummadrochit. Sorry Brenda… Read more.

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  Evening with Poetry

  Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of… Read more.

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  An Evening of Poetry

  Arriving for a reading an hour too early: Ruefully, the general manager stopped putting out the chairs. “You don’t get… Read more.

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  I’m beautiful 🌹

  My body is not your playground, For your dirty sick games. My vagina is not your stage,To showcase your unimaginable,… Read more.

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  Heavenly FATHER

  Heavenly father I praise and glorify you my God Thank you that you promised to walk with me always Lord… Read more.