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A poem on losing something before you get the chance to love it properly

A poem about an autumn walk while dealing with grief

They tell me ghosts tread these paths, taking lonely journeys cross moor. They say that they’re looking, searching for soldiers, ..

An old poem, For an old Friend.

A work of observation.

A piece of flashfiction.

A light came on. The landing light to be more specific and I could hear my parents getting up. Someone was knocking on our front door. And..

“Do you wish you could change the past?” She looked as if she might keep her silence until she raised her head a little more so our ..

Edward Street, once beautiful and grand. A place, where grandeur is now lost and forgotten By those who hurry along cracked, black pavement...

I am the Shade, I am the night, I am the darkness, Burning bright. I walk alone, A crowd of souls, My feet are bare, On b..