Poetry of a Coyote
brandywood
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House of Brandywood.
Into the house, they walked. The windows were alight in sunshine, and the cobwebs shimmered like tinsel on Christmas morning. They stared, eyes wide, at the ancient faeries carved into the walls. A song began and the faeries smiled.

"Welcome to Brandywood."

August 2003
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poetry.
lost girl.
brandywood.
friends only.


You have discovered the Poetry journal of Nikki Jeske. Words of prose and poems find their way here from within my head and if you ask nicely, and comment on this entry, I may just let you have a look at some of them. Most are not very good, but on a rare occasion, something worth reading might find itself here. Just comment, add this journal to your friends list, and, hopefully, you'll find something you like.

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