And then it was goodbye
And then it was goodbye
Merciful as a knife
You are
In control of my life
You are
Wake me in the morning
Send me to bed at night
Choose my friends
Tell me what to wear
Learn to live without you
One day I swear
Marie de France's 'Bisclavret' howls at the moon like a wolf.
'The Assistant' mutters to itself in Yiddish.
The window is full to the brim with stars,
and poems rise up like unanswered prayers.
I tell him the widow
next door, died last June.
‘I know,’ he tells me..
Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
I asked my thirteen year old
If he understood the facts of life
Change the sheets.
Feed the Cat...
Did you know that snow dances?
Frolics,curves,twirls and spins,
until it tumbles down and chases
all its pals to see who wins.
Those tall trees are in on it.
They play statues,ghostly lit.
The archiving of my soul
Proves a painful business
The decision to enter politics
December.
Stark and cold.
Bare trees
with Lowry limbs,
knuckled branches stretching
towards my frozen heart.
Will a grey sky look the same?
Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
He made promises he could not keep, in the beginning he did not realize this; he went with the newness of everything.
Blind Man’s Bluff: Philip finally gets to find out what is wrong with Mum.
A classic story, abused one more time for posterity.
Slim and silky, silvery slippers,
furry-ears peep, pushing open
brown bud scales on Sallow branches,
satin catkin flowers ripen.
Those on male shrubs soon show yellow –