Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

It has been eighteen years since my last confession.


My hands are trembling


Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

In these last eighteen years, I have failed.


My eyes strain to see in the dark.


Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

I am a compulsive liar.


I feel my stomach churn my breakfast.


Forgive me...

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When you are left black and blue,                                                                                             And all he can do                                                                                                                   Is turn around in bed,                                                                                                         And whisper 'so...

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God's Rays


We walk in silence.                                                 

As God’s rays break through the cotton candy clouds.                                                                                                                                  

And shine on the hills on the horizon.                                                                                                   ...

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They are a hopeful breed.


My grandfather quotes Pope’s ‘An Essay on Man’

As he tells me that “hope springs eternal”.


My mother points at a patch of crocus and bluebells in the Spring,

“A few months ago, this land was barren,

And now there is so much beauty.”


My father references his favourite Cohen song,

When he whispers to me, “There is a crack in everythi...

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A Broken Mirror



                                                             Can you                                                                                                                                                Help me please.                                                                                                                            My mirror appears to be b...

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There is something in the corner of my room.      

                                                                                                                                                                               I squint to see it in the darkness.

A little boy is sitting on the floor,

Playing with a deck of cards.

I sit up and stare at him.

He sees me and...

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The Fawns



In the place where you were born, there was a field.

And in that field, you watched each May,

With your mother,

As the fawns were born.

In seven minutes, they can stand.

In ten hours, they can walk.


In the place where you were born, there was a road,

And on that road, you will drive one day,

Without your mother.

Away, away.

It will take you eigh...

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