I think it is called “poem with a lot of footnotes” but “cuddles“ for short cuddles are best the old man giggled remembering his dogs his cats his kids the little girl on the train to her mummy (me leaving – you on the platform in Cardiff) cuddles is best she said ah the old […]
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My friend Bram has a mantra she says when confronted with iniquity: she says, “May the wicked become noble, may the noble find peace, may the peaceful become enlightened, and may the enlightened shepherd us through.” Last night I was trying a closer identification: “May our wickednesses be transformed to noble actions, may the noble […]
Dear Blog Help! I recently wrote a wonderful little book. Ted Allan in Spain: the movie, (TAiS), tells the story of how the young Canadian journalist, having enlisted in the International Brigade, was sent to Madrid to report on his mentor, Norman Bethune. Bethune, on learning this, appointed his young protégé as his Political Commissar. […]
Untitled: I don’t know what I… I don’t know what I want to do but befuddle the mind and fuddle the heart lost in this fleeting me I’d like someone to talk to. . click on the pigeon to home Bookmark It Hide Sites
I’ve recently posted chapters 4 and 5 of Norman Allan: the story visit page one of Norman Allan: the story or chapter 4 or chapter 5 . . . click on the pigeon to home Bookmark It Hide Sites
Puppy Love Poem which was titled “Where” but could be titled defaulting silver kisses or fuck me, she didn’t like my company where I just did what I thought she’d suggested we do I fell in love where after the first electric kiss she sent me boat loads of promised besos then loved me silly […]