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My Sister

When we came home from school we two to the kitchen we headed without further ado. Unbelievably peckish I remember we were, our hungry stomachs all...

B: Lonely people 2

Morning in London awaiting the rush

Paul's Prayer to a Bear

My other surviving childhood poem (I still like it!)

The cupboard

The Cupboard. "The cupboard could do with a lick". You said. We dug out the paintbrushes from The cellar, If only things were so simple. The...

My Grumbles

I wrote this when I was 9 (and I haven't improved much!)

B: Week two

My life as a parent Dylan has developed a fixation with nipples and tails this week. He's convinced, although all the evidence points to the contrary...

10 perfect fingers and 10 perfect toes

cold white light and in the haze ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes eyes forever closed mind screamed in corner cower and hurt huddled breaking...
Cherry

A - Chapter One

It all starts here...

A: Week one

My life as a parent I'm settling into the horrible realisation that I am not going to be able to drink myself under the table on my 30th birthday. It...

Hand of God

I blew out the candle with nervous breath. We have been waiting so long for a son Or daughter. My Will, he clasped my hand under the blanket As we...

Dust to Man

So, here I am, standing one day. On a street. On a parched pavement. I say. It is hot. It is Verdant. With sinews green and tangling Torsos brown and...

Old Father Time

Catch You!

November Mourning

A teardrop seed Of a painful Sorrow Planted in a heart Overwhelmed, and Weeping I still reflect your Presence in this November. In grief, my heart...

Stones Over Sand

The concrete swirls of Beige and maroon marks Of mendacity; in being Plush and plutocratic, With the whispers of Sea-scented breath In paradoxical...

Asylum

A Shade of Inevitable muteness of an asylum; The cause of the Iniquity Blanketing all over. In solitude, I smile with tears of hesitation. In this...

Solutions at midnight

Everything is clear when the world sleeps.
Cherry

Early Flowers

Early Flowers Clare chatted inanely to the girl in the next seat, as strangers do when forced together. She told her that she was flying over to see...

Clockwork Executive

Life in the fast lane - not
Cherry

Just play that tune

Whoever holds my life strings Up there, miles high Or down there, deep in fire Flutter your fingers As though playing some great piano Touch the...

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