Down, i look. You turn to see me, so slowlY
Every now and then, i turn to see you toO...

“The sausage! Get the sausage, please!”
He screamed as he fell on his knees...

Now, cry! Oh, cry! You silly cat
Or chase that rat under the hat...

I knew it
that mirror I found...

What on Earth? A rain drop on my hand
A gift from Heaven itself!? Oh wait...

I,
I write of you, of me, but mainly you...

Oh poetry, my old friend
It seems as if...

The witch in black has cast a spell
To bring to Earth the worst of Hell...

In the village of Heydon,
a civil parish of Norfolk, England...

Sooth me lull me
in stillness...

standing near a precipice
too wide, too deep...

as winds whisper secrets to thirsty pines
branches sway excitedly from side to side...