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overly ambitious; a good catchfor him, the fellow student withthe drive, the ambition, the greatfamily connections.They married young; she didwhat so many girl art studentshave done: gave him all herintelligent support, bore and raisedhis children; and in the few brief momentsthat she was granted for herself, took outher student paintbox, and while the kettle boiled,sat…

from believersor unbelievers(though for different reasons)but just imaginehow He must feelwhen, having createdall the glorious,ludicrous(He has a sense of humour surely)multitude of species,mankind just knocks them off one by one,I mean, just imagine having all those extinct speciesin your Mind,sketches, working models, problems resolved,fine tuning, (er, evolution in later versions?)but no longer there for all…

and diamonds and emeraldsthrown up to themand the beach after a storma homecominga log thrown on the firethe taste of lipsa baby’s smilea song remembereda walk with childrena dog wagging its taila welcomea meeting of eyesa sea-wet shell of pearlalabastera kitchen smell’s promisean old friend after so longthe scent of daphnelaughter betweenan unexpected touch of…

sits a bear. A Teddy Bear.He’s the soul of Patiencein any and all religions – one paw held outto take you by the hand – that’s, should you ask –he’s Faith, Hope, and Love:he’s Faith itself; he’s beyond our grown-up limits,he’s Faith like children know – real Faith;Faith that’s beyond the breaking faith;he’s every hope…

flower,said the beerain,said the seedseed,said the rainearth,said the skysky,said the earthman,said the creatorcreator,said the mando they knowthey all speak the same language?

and empty shelves waiting to be filledand on the table two or three new booksyet unread; but I’m done with poetry-reading now.I’m sleepy; I’m full of poetry;smell of poetry; taste of poetry;close to, you can hear me buzz..I can’t get the sound of other poetsout of my head.Sometimes it’s envy; sometimesjust annoyance, like the soundof…