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For my flower from the gutter

I clean you, wash your feet, Caress your bruises and aching bones, With turpentine kisses. They burn the wounds, leaving scars, Pain is rememberence, The promise that you will never forget me.

Quit

Giving up, giving in, Today it happened, I swallowed the inevitable, Hook, line and sinker, I sampled the forbidden fruit, The indescribable sweetness of the prize,

absent

how many couples have walked past this tired feather this fag end this sand caked seaweed Without noticing the tiny, pink shrimp curled dead one leg...

about contact

Rolled up a tune somewhere, That dignified hum we turned on As we left the room On our way out Sometimes we curl up in a corner Forget what we said...

Iceland

A song

Inside your school bag

This is just to say I breathed you in last night even after you had left.
Cherry

Summerhouse window

This is just to say I wouldn't build a summerhouse out of dead roses, as you suggested, because it would fall down around me, even in other seasons.

IN A QUIET PLACE

A HAUNTING LIFE CHANGING LEGACY

Last Breath

World War One

Approaching Sundown

Do we really see what we think we see, or does our imagination play with us?

Why Wendy was late

An imaginative child
Cherry

Twice Over

Give your dodgy story a makeover and make money!

You're Dead

Flash fic

The Wedding

Cynical, young sister dreading a marriage

Egress

A relationship between a rock and a hard place.

Maya; Growing up

Inspiration point - nails (and my cousin's amazing nine year old daughter)

Walking Wonders

You'll say 'You should have gone to speck savers'

WHY NOT, TO KEEP SECRETS!

A WIFE WHO READS AN INTERESTING OUTGOING EMAIL,HER HUSBAND WROTE.

Lost Sanctuary

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In the middle

a poem about being trapped

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