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About Me

OK. I am a person who cannot get this box to say something that even I agree with. Which is not to say that I don't know what I am about.Here's an attempt.I'm a creative looking for outlets. I'm working hard on a novel at the moment and scribbling down very personal nursery rhymes in the gaps. I have a couple of hook-ups in the pipeline, one of which is with Agnese Manganaro who may be (hopefully is) turning some of my poetry into songs. Still haven't heard the results but as you will hear if you visit her page, that voice could emote a phonebook.Aside from that I am in a year of flux and relying a lot on the kindness of friends. Eyes are open, which means I could either be blessed with sight or cursed with tears. Blessed tears? Who knows?That's me. Now who the cazzo are you? You should create your own MySpace Layouts like me by using nUCLEArcENTURy .COM's MySpace Profile Editor !

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My Blog

SID (Short Story)

He had only started to say it recently. It had been on his mind, twittering around like a caged bird for a week now, since his 74th birthday. That one phrase which he knew to be wary of because of th...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 05:01:00 GMT

Stoned In Italy

We never had it, I never had you And thinking other is not wise. Your eyes glazed over with lies When you looked at me In Italy, In twilight streets, In the boot. Your lies are a drug I'd shoot To bel...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 07:32:00 GMT

DANCING TREE

When the wind's from the north I do a jig Raise a branch and shake a twig. When the wind's from the south See me rustle I ballet dance, I'm Darcey Bussell. When the wind's from the west I do a jive Bl...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 04:03:00 GMT

THE TREE WAY

I have pushed through From a seed As have you. I'll be as tall As my seed Once was small. Strength is built in To my trunk, To my wood. Hardy as sin Though I'm sure I Am good. See me, I rise I look ou...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 16:21:00 GMT

Two Robes (Short Story)

Two Robes The refrigerator in my kitchen is full of nothing. Not an actual nothing but nothing that helps me in this current situation. Two bottles of beer, half a pint of out of date milk in a two p...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 14:20:00 GMT

FLY MAN (SHORT STORY)

The window's open and blowing a good breeze into the room and I know that I won't be enjoying the feel of it on my skin for that much longer now, so that's good.  I can see the outside through th...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 16:45:00 GMT

THE LADY TREE

Artfully formed Branches reach Down and over Three saplings Of mine.   Twigs, leaves spreading Letting light Filter youthful Nourishing Sun shine.   When I am dead, Fallen, felled, These Thr...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 15:07:00 GMT

ANGRY TREE ON A COMMON

You think its easy being a tree But a lot goes in to me being me The crow will caw and think its great 'Cause it hunts all day, swooping straight Down to catch its prey and tear it apart Dismembering ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 04:17:00 GMT

WE SAW WILLOWS

These trees don't know Your Italian sky These trees know me And know my eye Their beauty, full Their greens alive With hardiness The good survive   We saw willows In the south Weeping with A fore...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 12:15:00 GMT