Category Archives: The Call

Sea of Ink

  SEA OF INK H. W. Bryce They ask me, why do I write? I tell them this: I write because I have been thrown Into the Sea of Ink, And life becomes a case of write Or sink. The … Continue reading

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  RAGE! RAGE! H. W. Bryce   (Blk mead Jun 14-20) blogged Sept 21, 2020 Rage! Rage against the faults of Man about, His shitty attitude to fellow man, How he colours his words to his coloured Friend, how he … Continue reading

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Call of the Keyboard

  That early morning, sun in its mystic Hue lightly egg-white washing Streets with subtlety ahead Of the morning stir of life, There is a call to duty – to go To school, to work, to provide To serve, and … Continue reading

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