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Stories
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- Ruchazie Moon
- Wild Neighbours
- Nothing to be Concerned With
- Ruchazie Blue
- Sterrheid Senryu (sequence)
- City Senryu (sequence)
- I’ve One More Thing to Say to You
- A Short Love Poem
- Another Short Love Poem
- Jeanette
- Eve
- Tonight
- Cathy
- On a Skye Littoral (sequence)
- A Short Journey
- Lamb: Stillborn
- Snow (sequence)
- Colour Me Green
- Incommunicado
- For God & Country
- Wovoka’s Song
- Write Time
for god and country
When holy men speak of war,
our sons and daughters who lie,
willingly,
on their alters,
die,
not in the arms of any god,
but on the acid tongues
of lesser beings.
