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Gaia’s Song

The North Wind and the elementals some call sprites are real creatures. They bear their names, given by the imaginations of men with pride, and the task they have, to clean up the stale nothingness, with equal force. Their nature is against ours, if we think we are...

No Second Thought

It’s not for lack of trying But I’ve given in to dying. I’m 83, diseased and old Without the strength to catch a cold. On assisted suicide, my mind’s not split – Where do I sign up for it? If someone helps me finish off What birth started, with death as soft As...

Every Time We Meet

What does it signify? That wave, a half glance, cool brush of the air with a white hand, the nervous smile behind lips roughened by time. What does it mean? that curt half-glance, a sign of love once taken, lived in. Revenge? A determined ‘I am all right’ desperate...

War Games

Children, join hands it may not be that you will fight for your country. Children, sing songs gather in play you may not be here the next day. Children, give love to the people around. They need your wishes they need your kisses. Especially parents who struggle to...

Berryman

Berryman was a saint, not sinner For inviting Henry in – he didn’t have To do that – could have waited sickly By the bridge to die. Before him others Not unconnected doing the same Then his friends – one by one Not unlike the Ark got into it And flung…them too angry...

Laura

Laura, I realise Love is no libation It involves us in sadness and loss, Informs the child of its broken heart Where the whims of fancy perish On the harsh rocks of reality. She formed words from others I wrote poetry to please the masses Useless words for useless...