The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: Epilogue
I told her of the stag of memory; of th’earth; of private moments lived; of th’night.
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The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: III
With gracile step, agilic poise, ‘n purity he’d leapt from th’dark off to my right-side.
The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: I
Lapped waves wash, broken-crested – I am young.
The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: Prologue
T’was o’er ‘n through this coastly scene we traced the tracks of mem’ry.
Something Beside Remains
Your essence, earnestly put forth unto impermanence to weather storms of whetherwhims.
A Mem’ry ‘Pon A Corner Of My Mind
Neurotaclismic chasmmind find pain in memorandemonia
Sunrise By The Banks Of A River
In age-long decades past rises the gilt Zimbabwe sun, the gutt’ral summons resonating – roaring – deep.
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