THE TABLOID TELLS OF THOUGHTS FROM TEMPLE HILL

  I read in the paper this morning that we were hugged. That sometimes a nun cried when fledgling flew from her fold- a sister of scripture sobbing for a son she would never call her own. We were just play toys far from the playground- touches temporary while waiting to be wanted. I read […]

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SUPREME

  I loved China Beach, as a boy and its opening theme tune- Miss Ross belting out her light voice; Reflections of the way life used to be, reflections of… I was too young then to understand anything deeper than the melody that rose in me while the meaning sank, of an age then that […]

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