(als P. in M. am Y.)

Ein Tag...

Schmieriger Typ am Telefon:
"Hey, ich mach' jetzt hier noch ein bisschen Party und dann, ähh - ficken..."

Once again said goodbye
Once again left behind happy moments, shared laughter, friendships
Once again forfeited a part of oneself

If you say goodbye too often, what will remain of you?

"This is a public service announcement: Look right and left before crossing the street. And around Albert Park:

Run as fast as you can! - Foster's Formula 1 Grand Prix coming to Melbourne."

- Gillian Alexander -

They called her Mimi

She was a cat of circumstances

Beautiful she was, she had no home

They took her in.


Her elegance was outstanding

And her grace pleased those around her

She had a grey coat, razor sharp eyes

And purred when rubbed, with such delight


She drank milk that was warmed

As a midnight treat before bed

And her cry was impossible to ignore

She was no hassle


She sat in a corner, gently stroking her legs

With her tongue, each corner barely missing

She was of such content

Her days well spent.


Honour and respect to GRALEXANDER, a young South African author; her first book will be published this year in Pensylvania