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June 28, 2016

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June 27, 2016

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when butter is too hard to spread and it does the thing

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when butter is too hard to spread and it does the thing
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Published on June 27, 2016 21:34

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Love and Space Dust.5 Star Rated Poetry.“After spending over ten...















Love and Space Dust.

5 Star Rated Poetry.

“After spending over ten years in a literature club and hearing/reading more poems than I could count, I thought I had seen it all. I have never been so wrong. Love and Space Dust contains so many beautifully written poems that brought tears to my eyes that I didn’t put my Kindle down until I had read every single one of them at least twice.” Amazon.de Customer Review.

“Lovely book.” Amazon.com Customer Review.

“I really enjoy all of the poems. The...

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Published on June 27, 2016 17:45

Death’s Door - A Novella of Love, Life and Death.“She was...



Death’s Door - A Novella of Love, Life and Death.

“She was like the dawn, insubstantial and somehow transient, as though she would fade from reality at any moment.”

Every day the villagers watch as Death, a spectral suit of black armour mounted upon a horse, rides through the valley beneath their mountain top home. After a lifetime living on the edge of Death’s domain, his close proximity is neither terrible or threatening, rather he has become a simple fact of life and a familiar neighbour. No...

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"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I..."

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”

- John Keats
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Published on June 27, 2016 15:31