Poetry
Thanksgiving
In the quiet glow of autumn’s amber light, we gather on a day that’s not our own, but a feast we share with friends from far‑off, where gratitude takes centre stage. A golden bird,
Read more →Stand by Me
Stand By Me In the mist of the Thames‑side dawn, I stand with a lad in his coat of worn‑out grey, The city wakes slow, its streets “queue‑fast” along, Yet our rhythm is quiet,
Read more →Dogville
Dogville In the wold where the old oaks creak, Dogville sleeps on a misty lane. Paws tap the cobbles, stray‑bark, And the wind stirs the midnight grain. A narrow lane of tea‑shop greens, Where
Read more →Young Frankenstein
The Young Frankenstein In the mist‑laden Vale of Frankenstein, Young Robert, son of the late great one, Trod the sands of a cursed dream Where fates and follies were in the same. The old manor,
Read more →Sin City
Sin City In the dying light of the desert, neon‑coloured ghosts rise, their sighs a bright insistence on the night‑spun air. All‑in against the wind, the street gleams like a slick, lost prize, a
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