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Poetry

A Drop of Rain I come from a dark stormy cloud, threatening the tranquillity around. Nothing special, insignificant but destructive...

My Father, who was born in Upper Silesia, Bielsko Biala, Poland, was made to fight for the Germans in 1942....

So it happened this August--my mum died. You live with that knowledge all your life. Your parents are going to die....

These Well-Worn Toys Let us feel free to speak and release these well-worn toys. Here we can share and play...

For Pamela - With Love We talked about our children. We talked about the heat. We talked about such mundane...

Nest in Eaves That there is my nest tucked away in the eaves of the abandoned house, up above I...

I Want to Tell You I am stuck like a book on a hook for you because on the day...

I’ve been inside and seen the five hundred years old door when it was a jail house. I have seen...

The busy forests and hectic cities echo from behind Though my silence and fortitude allow me to unwind For if...

'I sit outside this church at night My mind goes to and thro I wonder how I'd gain a spot...