Sometimes one has to fail: or live with a constant search for a something-someone-somewhere. Then fail. Or take more years…
When this is all over I will missthe way the wind whispered lullabies,the summer nights, the…
The seas are wild tonight As I write, far from any coast; Speckled with salty brine and afraid, I spy…
Charlie allowed death to overtake him today
Two days before he diedin Manchester, at night, in the rainI shared a cigarette with my brother Pete.We talked of nothing…
once its a grave, it's just a grave, just mud and rocks.
Go to a hotel, and go to the ninth floor. Get off, count to three, and then get back in the elevator.
I knew my husband was dead long before the knock on my door.