Cherrypicked stories

Story of the week

Watchman

First story in the Babel series. Part of the book of short stories currently being written.
Poem of the week

Ode to Tomorrow [Revised]

Today has a funny taste and it smells queer, too and I keep having to move the aerial and twiddle with the knobs. I think today must have his flies down because yesterday and tomorrow
Cherry

Ash Wednesday blog 2008

There is a certain relief to be had when things go up in smoke, and blow away on the breeze.
Cherry

Have You Ever

A footnote to eternity.
Cherry

What's in a name?

My name is McSporran. I’m Scottish. And if I had a penny for every person who said to me, on introduction, “That’s a very Scottish name, isn’t it?”, I could buy Scotland.
Cherry

If it's for me, it's for everyone

Here’s what made me think of death: taking cinder from the stove, balanced on a shovel, shaking the dust over a gravelled car bay, watching it expand from breath to mist: a cape unfurled.
Cherry

Meeting Celia

...another genre experiment...as mills and boon as you like...
Cherry

Limericks

A strapping young actor named Harris Suffered mortification in Paris When a rip in his clothes Saw his Hamlet exposed As he stabbed an old man in the arras An Eskimo, quite unconceited,
Cherry

Sex Butler

Sex Butler Gentlemen, I’ll admit The modern world’s a sordid jip Run by grubby little men who like to gloat Everywhere you turn you’re faced with some gaunt slapper’s gurn
Cherry

Clima - his romance

sandstorms come in from Sahara - edit
Cherry

Afternoon

The first thing I've written in quite some time, woven from random thoughts on a rather frustrating afternoon at work and composed in under half an hour. An experiment. Comments are appreciated.
Cherry

OUR SON - a family challenge

"Do you want to come home from Training School son?" "Yes."
Cherry

Slim/Fast

I am full of emptiness all form no substance My talent wasted I am number 13 of 100,000 I am 0.9% of the 90 the invisible now visible a magic act in 3 parts the Greek say
Cherry

Hangover

I want to call everyone I've ever loved And tell them: Our time together Gave me joy so searing That now, when Sunday Is muffled and smells Like sweating bacon The thought of you tweaking
Cherry

A Poet in Student Halls

Between shapes moving towards the serpent and crystal craving shapes, I'll grow a beard as deep as the river, and stick a poster on my wall. With a tree that can't stop singing
Cherry

Oh no it isn't!

What's in a name? IPOW, inspired to such nonsense as this.
Cherry

The Girl With Norwich In Her Pocket

This is an experimental villanelle, with the repeated words within the lines, in the same order, rather than at the end of each line and rotated.
Cherry

A Passing Day.

Where do you find the time or inspiration to write?
Cherry

There's someone dead in the toilet

I know it's Emma's party and I don't want to spoil it but I think there is somebody dead in the toilet.
Cherry

We should call a man

It's not my fault that I'm not able to French Polish the scratched coffee table

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