Poetry
Erase
On the blackboard’s slate, the hand lifts the old‑rubber— A quiet, silver friend that knows the art of forgetting. The graphite lines sigh, absorbed by the play of light, And in that hush
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Million Dollar Baby In the slick heat of a London‑sized sphere, the sound weaves beneath a ill‑founded dream: Maggie, a star stitched from grit and dust— the quiet persistence of a girl who won’t
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Before Sunrise The city still breathes in a hush of damp and the last of the night’s laughter dissolved into the soot‑kissed cobbles as mist curls around traffic lights, softening edges. On the pavement a
Read more →In the Name of the Father
In the Name of the Father — a hymn wrought of quiet timber, the cobblestones underfoot remember how the Church of England creaks in pews that whisper “Paterfilio” (though we say “Father” in a gentler
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On Snide In the London drizzle I hear whispers that coupde‑faint through the polished corridor, a sharp‑tipped tongue dangling from lips that scorn—to be proud, not— but only for the high road, the polite
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