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The fish farmer feeds the fishes

In a polluted sticky pond

Forcing their minds into gratefulness

Until maturity feature them

Their eyes then peep

Through the forbidden hole… 98 more words


1st September, Templeton Woods

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Vase of Roses

Left at the mercy of her prey

Glowing to show her beauty in the dark

A light without a flame

The beauty lamp of the night… 142 more words


This is Me.

Who i am and i who i will be.

These aspects of myself aren’t dependent on each other. Not in my perspective.
These aspects of myself can change at whim and will change. 30 more words


Larry Breen

Larry Breen did you lead a blessed life;
full of songs and hope.
With no bridge at Minneapolis.
Do you dream down there in the earth. 62 more words

Dan McGill


Saturated meat
floating in a sea of melancholy
spite and olive oil.

the elegance of autocracy
‘Take the plate away’.

Discrete pleas
beneath a blasphemous sky… 23 more words



You have the right to remain amazing

Anything you say or do is liable to change your life, mine and that of countless others

You have the right to be where you want, when you want, with who you want, in the present and in the future… 59 more words

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