Memories

You may feel the breeze blow by
But you should not attempt to stop it.
For its beauty is in...

So this is growing up
Counting tax returns instead of stars
Draining wallets, not crayon...

M y mind has gone and with it my memories
Y ou must tell me what you know, my love

P...

A Poem For Mollie

I have never forgotten you, nor the precious moments we shared;
You’ll...

You flay the lid from its sticky resistance
peeling as the fruit it starts to explain
...

the water turned red and blue and green, mingling with finger paints inside the laundry room sink

...

Walk with me up the hill
Like we used to long ago
I think about it often still
When...

we are reduced to hi
a simple wave in the hallway
as though we were never lovers
never...

I saw some mates across Earle Street
They started waving and shouting
Come on lad, we’re...

Concrete footings of progression,is needed so our community may thrive
But please don't forget our...

Inspired by the song, “Yesterday When I Was Young”, by Roy Clark

They flew by so very quickly,...

If I could photograph
The thoughts
Of my memories
In an instant
I'd be worthy...

In the warmth, the light,
Oh.... that....warmth
Engulfing those tender years
The time...

She was sat opposite, cross legged nothing provocative, but I made it my prerogative to make this girl more...

(alternately titled: whipping and pommel ling
das soar addle brain)

My most recent deuce...

For many , the world over
Its a special day , another number.
Many party , Many celebrate....