Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda – A poem for a dying planet

Would have, Could have, Should have. These words which only pay lip service to memory and potential and attribute cause to regret Serve no purpose but to hinder us As our world decays. We owe it to ourselves, To our living legacies still too young to fend for themselves, We owe it to them toContinue reading “Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda – A poem for a dying planet”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 13.

Chapter 13 Fun Playing God Needless to say our star crossed lovers spent that night in each others arms. ┬áIn fact they had spent every night for the last three weeks in each others arms. ┬áNever had either one been so happy, so warm, so full of joy. Kate was used to men being douche-bags,Continue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 13.”