I’ve hope that the miracle I’ve asked my pagan Goddess for happens.

That my dear friend and fellow writer,

Charmaine Maeer, makes a full recovery

from the cancer that is murdering her.

Blond beautiful intelligent age 34.

Soon to be dead.

A spear in my heart,

me not knowing why her.

Except my dear friend fights with spirit and total love endures.

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HEIGHT (wrote at Hay Festival, Wales 10/06/2012)

I ask why do I love you Ruth?

We've never met nor made love while gazing into each other's eyes.

Mirror to your soul.

What would it feel like to hold you close and have your hair obscure my vision,

as I breath in the scent of you?

Triggering something so deep inside me that I forgot it ever existed.

I...

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