The time at allpoetry has been fun but November my gold runs out and so do I, but I will be around to chat and read all my wonderful friends.

i am still and always will be cannonsfire

one final word
when did my voice become so small
just this morning i shouted
two dogs digging a bone
my front yard- i like my weeds
they're green
not one critter stirred
continuing, oblivious
to the half clothed
semi mutant and mad woman
through double glazed glass
so i thought about this world
how little i'd achieved
what i'd remember about me
again that whisper came to me
'it's not enough'
would someone replace me
be brave enough, take a risk
step onto frontiers
with washed out cheeks
blow it out their mouth
not their ears, as i did- do
or will the hush of field mice reign
ignominious, fat grey balls
curled into tighter holes
leaving imagination to rot like cheese
for every edict i have response
for rules i have a breaking point
for freedom i have non specific love
specificity breeds pigeons
and i'll be damned if i don't
shit all over compromise and conformity
i love without restrictions
i believe without reservations
i hope without constraints
i am but one voice
never loud enough
somewhere
someone listens
for that i am grateful
letting poetry speak the silence
my voice never learnt

me at Via Rodeo, California

fortyninereasons, me, Gerry Adams (president Sinn Fein) Lady Ireland
Milltown Cemetery, Belfast - Easter Sunday, 2009

Me at the Europa Hotel, Belfast
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'love is a temple
love the higher law'
One by Bono

are the details in the fabric the things that make you panic
know your name and go your own way
details in the fabric by Jason Mraz
Me in Washington DC, World War II Memorial
My journals

me at Lake Superior, Duluth, Minnesota
'I don't care what is written about me, as long as it isn't true' - Dorothy Parker

I live 4 hours south of it. And its so amazing in the winter! Loved the pic, and a beautiful page


