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    Bernadette goes to the Park in Bethnal Green, And sits on the old bench Where once she sat with Brian…. Beneath the dapple of ...

    My Moeder came from Nederland,My father was a Feather.He flew into my mother’s heart…To linger there forever. But……. forever is capricious.illusory, ...

    Time… We can not measure time beyond The limitations of our marks and maths. They are our measurements,  For our convenience… My door is 40 ...

  An unborn embryo Lies deep within my soul. For all these time-bound years It has resided there.   It is both mute and still… A ...

    When surfing through the sea of life, Hang ten,.she said to me. When all the slippery slopes And ragged rocks endanger you, Hang ten…she said..and ...

Poems - 2023