Cherrypicked stories

Cherry

One of those days

“Guess what??!”.... She screamed into the phone.
Cherry

Iffy

A very iffy poem...
Cherry

Advice on Dying

Face the open window, make collages of clouds Add lovely garden things like fuzzy felt In this, your second infancy Wake to a plume of starlings or a finch
Cherry

John Jon

Poor John Jon.
Cherry

Sad Girl

Do you recall the sad girl? The sad girl that sat there? The seat in the back? All alone in the back of the class? She's not there now. She's not anywhere. She has drowned in her tears.
Cherry

Loughborough

We didn't wear our coats but there was still touch of cold in the air, everything was just like summer, if you squinted.
Cherry

Have you heard?

Have you heard the whisper,
Cherry

The Hero

There I was, with the bitter taste of sand violently blowing in my face. The taste was vile. I saw sand as far as the eye could see but on the horizon there was a lonely tree standing by itself.
Cherry

Cruel North Wind

longing and loss
Cherry

Baby Bummers

Pop will eat itself... but it will be sick afterwards.
Cherry

A meal without you

Whispers of light illuminate the finger marks on the porcelain of a white chipped cup which sits contently curved. After dinner plates, allowing the remains of olive oil
Cherry

The Ultimate Party

You know that party, it's the one coming up next.
Gold cherry

50 Ways

Back off slowly Sprint like hell Fall into an open well Moonwalk with a sexy grin Ride off aboard a sleek gazelle Yell: ‘Je ne t’aime pas, mademoiselle!’ Or glue him to a carousel
Cherry

Miss Scarlet Always Moves First

In the Stockholm garret I found an incomplete scrimshaw giraffe carved from whalebone. The four legs had been buffed to a dentist's pearlescence, the hooves neat as knives
Cherry

16 Guitars

Your house Has lots of instruments, You show me the Steiner That your dad likes to play He should have been A professional. Your house Has 16 guitars, A silver dobro, A double bass.
Cherry

Coming and Going

A man's letter to his deceased wife
Cherry

Locus delicti

("place of the crime") Heavens boy, don't you think to clean your coat? Never mind. Get a bath. Those ears must be sprouting potatoes. An hour late! Did you talk to strangers? What's got
Cherry

What possesses someone to get Myra Hindley and Ian Brady portrait tattoos

on their shins? Barely a wafer of skin there to cushion you, that'd cane, surely. And how nice that Brady gets a look in! So often Hindley's Helga 'do, bleached
Cherry

Ringing the Changes

She'd wanted one for ages. There was no avoiding and no denying with adverts everywhere, that they were beautiful. But too expensive to buy right away.

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