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The Cat

A poem. About he, I, the cat.
Cherry

Today I will live like Billy Collins

This morning I woke to the sound of voices tossing an argument to and fro on the radio. Education Education Education. Within seconds I was covered...

I Am Reading My Old Diary

A Poem (Workshopped at Eratosphere)

Gift of Innocence

A Poem

I Let You

Showing love.

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A poem. About a situation.
Cherry

Kittens

The mother cat finally pulled out all the kittens.
Cherry

DicLoc

When we all looked identical

Mammary Mandy

Poem to make you smile
Cherry

Mutter G?ttinger

an old, old lady.
Cherry

poem

changed title

The Taxi Driver's Eyes

Julia cadged cigarettes from men as she inhaled the smoke came from their ears. She keyed her number into my phone the next day I retyped her name in...

The Cut

Pride comes before a fall and afterwards...blood. If it hadn't been for a group of passing brownies I would have been buried under the falling snow like a toddler's dad at the beach. I had a cut on my face the shape of a frown. The Brownies gave me fifteen stitches, and waited for me to regain consciousness so they could pose for a photograph to show Brown Owl and pass their first aid badge. By the time I got to your house dinner had been ruined you ate the lasagne yourself made a salad from the saut?ed potatoes to take with you to work for lunch. You said you weren't angry just worried and when you saw the stitches you brought my forehead to your lips. The pain seemed to disappear and when I looked in the mirror the cut had gone septic.

Fish Night

fish night at the Maniche

Happy Birthday Dad

Sarah stepped out of her office.Cool breeze crawled on her face.She percieved that the streets of Singapore had just been dampened by a rain. The...

Inspiration

Who do I find it easier to write in my bedroom, not my study?

On "The Nelsonic Reply to Shakespeare's Third Sonnet"

Sonnet #3 Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest...

Nineteen and the Mermaids

Found on the stormed beach by a walker out on his own after a Christmas lunch for one was a sand letter and three pairs of shoes which were in truth...

Cafe a la Hotel de la Mad

An odd poem. Paranoia.

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