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Autonomy Pt 5

Plugging on

Trans-gression

Dramatic Monolouge (Clock reads 58 seconds to detonation) Diana: Today is the day isn’t it? I saw Avery helping you think morning. Putting on that...

Random thoughts

Wake up to the same feeling everyday It's time to start over Time to forget All the pain and regrets A new day Put a smile on my face "Fake it 'til...

Autonomy Pt 4

More autonomy

Release

In a prison of my own making, Yours was the voice whispering at the door. Door cracks, the light shining in. Blinding at first. It dawned on me that...

Jolly Ho Ho Ho

Jolly Ho Ho Ho By Paul McCann Jolly Ho Ho Ho and away we go through the blinding snow . see the sky all aglow . Above the mountain tops and over...

Handbags and Crocodile Shoes

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Gentle Mother

Gentle Mother by Paul McCann Gentle Mother hear my plea as I fall down on my knee I am not guilty ,stand by me , when they set out to punish me ...

Virtual dating

Last job, ill just drop you off... She asked, are you going home for your dinner, you had enough? I said, I'm thinner, but I'm truly fed up.. you...

Dear Paddington

Master Paddington Bear c/o The Browns 32 Windsor Gardens London England Dear Paddinton You were on TV you are a celeb now a trendsetter! Nice navy...
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Watching Through The Tines

When the evening news is right before your eyes. You may be multi-tasking, eating otherwise. Watching those whose every act you wish to countermand...
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Autonomy Pt 3

Squeeze the fruit a little more
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Cats and Cuddles

Thirty-something years ago during a weekend of hosting friends I entered the kitchen early on the Sunday morning where a longtime friend of my then...
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Brightness without burning

Sitting sheltered in the shade, Leafy filters cool the skin, soothe the eyes, and thoughts within …

Breaking Away

BREAKING AWAY I say I saw our future together. It was charred. His speech was electronically charged. Did he hear my plea? My memory is cascading...

Gone to the dogs

Gone to the dogs she must be, hacking her graveyard cough behind the closed front door where her stumbling greyed and matted old dogs whimper and...
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last grin

why would I ever write, for the need to hold my mind, together? while there is no smile and no angel feathers... to bring back the love for death,...
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Oh God, I Love You

You picked me up like the leaves in the wind The leaves never asked for it, really But they've got nothing else going on You fell into me, like the...

AFTER

Since this Homeless man left Afghanistan long lean years ago he steps softly on the wrong side of sidewalk’s downtown busy place where white concrete...

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