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Cake & Quill – Gifts from the Dark

Once upon a time, there was a website named Authonomy. It was full of writers, who, full of hope and dreams, uploaded their work there for other writers to see and comment upon. Much fun was to be had, many … Continue reading

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Just another poem

Mother to Son Do you remember that evening when I told you playtime was over You didn’t want to go to bed I carried you upstairs brushed your teeth tucked you in and said I love you You replied that … Continue reading

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Mirror, Mirror

Facebook has told me that it’s been more than 14 days till my last post, so I thought, maybe I should do something…and then I remembered that I still have a handful of poems locked away in the recesses of … Continue reading

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The Lost Word

On occasion, when I really don’t know what else to do, I write poetry. Since I don’t feel much like collecting those little outbursts or submitting them somewhere, I thought I might share them with you. This one is a … Continue reading

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PublicTransport PoeTry – #15

***** The Last Boat Home, or, Panic on Rannoch Moor (Yvonne Marjot) (to be sung, ballad style, to a lilting Scottish tune) Heading uphill to Rannoch Moor, the petrol light came on. There was petrol not too far away: behind … Continue reading

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PublicTransport PoeTry – #14

***** Leaf (Julia Winnacker) I don’t know, the leaf did think, where do I come from? Is all I’ve said and done just a mere dream? The howling wind, the chilling wind That has brought me here, brought me to … Continue reading

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PublicTransport PoeTry – #12

***** LEAVING MY ROOTS BEHIND (Cas Meadowfield) My bags are packed and by the door. Hugs that put a lump in my throat, Good-byes, till I can stand no more, So I hurry to put on my coat. A familiar … Continue reading

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