No i won't. For i'm not.

when random's not random it's torture.

Yes well it was written under the spell of a very sexy man. I'll try e-mailing you today. It's labor day here. The whole nation's on holiday, expect of course for the major stores and restaurants. It was so hot yesterday the rubber seals on my car windows started melting.

I'd usually agree with you about repeating one word ina line, but on this occasion I thought - 'damn it, the time has come'. I like the rhythm it gives really. Glad you like it Mrs G.

Don't tell me you're a Berkshire lad as well?

I love this, there are no question marks popping up in my head. Using 'dead' twice in line 9 has me squirming a little. Just a pet peeve of mine. Your poems always end strong. I believe the end is more important then the beginning. I especially love the image of the 2 lovers' orbits out of sink. The balance of that delicate dance coming apart. When worlds collide.

I wish it was a holiday over here. And hot. Unfortunately I'm at work and it's been raining for most of the day. O wonderful England... This guy must have been quite something...

I don't know what you're talking about, but I still like this. She's upset. Acouple of littl things i'd obsess over working out, but there really not even impportant enough to mention.

I think they may have held in orbit for a while, but they never collided, no. No wonder he's so sad 'cos i think she was a beauty.

I remember 'November's Fugitive', that one about escape and landscape ( as I recall). Obviously a major thing. If this is anything to go by, the highs were very very good. Good luck to you.

Also the last stanza in Untitled I wrote in my head when I ran into him last winter.

He's this amazingly talented painter. Bastard son of a well respected local Dr. and a working class Mexican girl. He's completely insane. We were completely in love, but it was so intense and so conflicted we ended up torturing each other. We were dying together, and I probably would have been willing to continue if it weren't for my boy. The boy saved me. You'll be seeing more of him. November's Fugitive is about him. I'll repost it.

I'm gaining a picture of the man I think. I hope it's OK now. Well, m'dear, I have to go. Talk tomorrow.

I don't know who could have given this a zero. It's well balanced and pretty. The 1st & 2nd stanzas are perfectly constructed. This would make a great song. And the last line reminds of how foolish it is to fall in love.

It's OK now. I have a great life. I'm surrounded by beautiful, loving, smart people. I wouldn't change a thing. I hope someday to feel that kind of intensity again, but I still know how blessed I am to have all I have.

I'm not from Reading, but i am from Slough originally. No bloody swans there though

The more I read this the more it speaks. 5 yrs. is a long time, and they never collided did they? They fell apart.

Not sure if the email's working but please give it a try!

Thank the lord

I'm the luckiest girl in the world.