Tortured Children
where our hearts used to be is gone
Tag: children
Morning Prayer
Time delivers grace in harmony.
anniversary
we waited for our children, prayed their return in the night
Christmas Present
fresh as snow angels
Christmas Mourning
Fake it til you make it, unless you’re already there, in which case feel free to share! It is a
Wild Children
bloom and show their gift
Epitaph On a Conscience
imitation is the sincerest form of flattery…
Epitaph On A Tyrant, W H Auden
(I just fell in love with this verse; the world is going to tyrants, tell me it isn’t so?)
Mass on the Rocks
Invisible imperial manipulation Blind us with blinders of placation Natural selection wins to nature’s chagrin Our exceptional true blue boys
IV.
If you and she are going to start a life Don’t forget to bring the stove Wishing now alone that