Death is loneliest, After buried or scattered. Life seems more sociable.
Tag: death
Poem: Those we have lost
Death always gets the wrong ones: Always reaching out a cold, bony finger pointing his aim at the voice of … More
Mr Morrison
‘He was never under any illusion that he could fix all of the world’s problems, or even those of the tiny world he had inhabited for over three decades, alongside criminals, degenerates, low-lifes and innocents of all descripts.’
Poem: Disorder – a series of Haiku
Sold Quietly married around the world, solemnly Sadness followed them.
Poem: Beyond this place
Graffiti strewn alley walls miss the fingers of hands, on stretched out arms, Just. Dark cobbles glint deep below heavy … More
Book of Pye 