Autobiography

Walk with me.

Walk with me Along each winding road Each path of life that runs ahead of us Walk with me Past the windows of our lives Our past, present and future By your side I’ll be

The Proof: Chapter 8

One of the boys set fire to the newspaper with the dog shit inside it, while another waited by the doorbell, poised.

The Proof: Chapter 7

The autumn after that Charlie moved on to secondary school. It took him a while to settle in, but he gradually returned to his former pattern of scholastic excellence and social withdrawal.
Cherry

Poetry Box

1. I receive a call, long-distance, from a woman I've never met. I ask: Who are you ? She refuses to give her name. In a cellar, in a house, in a country far away, she says
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Run, Adam

Adam runs alongside the frozen canal, new year's day - his fiftieth year. It's good to do this he's been told, to run along the canal's artery the ground hard beneath his feet

She thinks of missing once he has gone home. Waiting for the Dream of Gerontius.

Little things irritate, like they always do and larger things send her screaming for a room with the door always closed.
Poem of the week

Dr Crippen's Transcendental Sushi Bar

She walks through the door and feels a surge of hot blood in the pit of her stomach. "Sit here" he says "near the conveyor belt. That way you'll be sure to enjoy the choicest cuts."

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The Boss (I.P)

I am neither Boss , nor Male, and this is tongue in cheek for the I.P. You might like to think it's a cliche. I wish.
Cherry

I Remember

I remember a time when the names didn’t hurt me. That hazy untouchable feeling of a strolling concrete block.

4-a-day smokes

Like most people I use to be a smoker. I picked it while in the military stationed in the jungles and rice fields of Southeast Asia for 12 months.
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The Sixties

Woodstock or the Isle of Wight Doctor No is a Thunderball Shaken not stirred The pussy purred There’s an armed man on the knoll

Alarm Clock Blues

"...How warm the blanket wrapping Of your kisses on my brow,..."

Birthday

...continual dark clouds.... have coverd the sky in which part of the sky are u o moon? darkness has lit everywhere glow-worms on the way around the lake ...the wind is blowing.....
Cherry

Uncle Tom (The Re-write)

My Late lamented Uncle Tom, a re-write. Last verse re-written

drugs abuse and torn up families short version of my true life story

this is my true life story my dad abused my mom and sister mom got involed in drugs her boyfriend beat shee went to jail lived with her again asame thing happened she went to jail and didnt get to see
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I Met An Indian Yesterday

(dedicated to my fiancee Courtney Silverman) I met an Indian yesterday: he was about my age with wild eyes devoid of rage I met an Indian yesterday: his hair was long, black
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The Colt with the Blaze. The Song of its Short Beautiful Life.

A night, short in June with bats and moths attracted by rainbow fluid ligh

Infectious

Communicable by infection As from one person to another Like an infectious laughter If we only knew how infectious our action Or the contagious nature of yawning
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The Married Couple Now Waiting To Depart

Are running sixty (six zero) minutes late. His carnation has been daubed with cylinder oil, her garter snagged on a wheel. Because Adam's a novice he took lessons from Reverend Crisp -

Mrs. Magoo

Well no, my husband is not short and stodgy and gosh no, definitely not rich. In fact, he doesn't even have myopia. But others would agree with me that he is Mr. Magoo with ADD and 20/20 vision.
Cherry

I deal

I deal I put on sky blue leggings and get off the train in a new place where I am station met and taken to a building with a garden
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Doorbell, and the reassuring presence of Socrates

The doorbell tones vary, stray electrical impulses share the airwaves, create impressions of a visitor, who isn’t there. False connections spark impulses tripping tunes into play.
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Entry Point

The midwife's forceps held against a waxing moon - an astrolabe, an obsterical fillet: here - take them. Stand and wait. Adam drifts in his space-womb weightless as

Life After Alcohol

Warning- quite a long one.

MY DAILY POISON

MY DAILY POISON Valium and coffee gets me through the day Valium and coffee pushes troubles away Don’t ring my phone, don’t ring my doorbell

My Little House On The Prairie (2 am)

Written when living in a cottage in the hills of Scotland.

If You Justify This, Your Talent Will Be Next

Unproductive Writer's Syndrome. Apologies to the Manics.

The Captain's Special

A semi-autobiographical short story about holidays and people.

Debating the reasons to leave

If we go now, we'll never get it the bloodrush higher than the needle piercing the skin If we go now, I'll never feel him the pale arms, tattooed and frail grasping my skin

London Monday Morning 1967

Mum in the kitchen, amid egg shells, Tony Blackburn, The Kinks and a ‘Waterloo Sunset’ on a London Monday morning.

Love me do (Incendiary)

Bit late for last week's IP, had to come out at some point! I've had enough of trying to be polite!

Anxiety of Night

spinning round inside my head, ripping, tearing, wanting me dead. your words stab me in the heart, etching needle on skin, some kind of art. haunted pictures consume my dreams,

Manicure

My cuticles are a reflection of myself. Rough around the edges, dry, flaky. Some days I yearn to be polished, smooth and neat A pearly pink, glowing with health.

Email Charlie again

I don't remember really what I wanted to tell you, but the patterned carpet and missed aeroplanes and bar stools and people walking down staircases wearing uniforms, is all a bit everyday.

The long trip round

They took a long trip Around the subject Danced other dances In opposite directions Surprisingly their perceptions Of the other Didn’t alter that much Just aligned. Came into focus

MY LIFE OY VAY 16 (DIARY OF A DRUNK BASTARD)

MY LIFE OY VAY 16. (Diary Of A Drunk Bastard)

Prayer of thanks

Last year I thought I would drown Swallowed up by rumour and suspicion and lies Afraid that I would lose friends I never had And be rejected by a family who never cared

The test

Concentrate your mind Point your thoughts to higher things Pure like volcanic mountain springs Sieved threw years of sedimentary rock Stand firm, steady your course

Station

Pools merge on the station floor, concrete, used by the multitudes, half-finished conversations, exchanged glances, last-minute kisses and hastily arranged next meetings.

The Journey

I’m finding life Finally I’m finding it After years of loss In a sea of confusion And lonesome wonderings I’m finding life Actually it’s been there All the time
Cherry

Driving Great Aunt Maisie

We'd already done 'I Spy' to death...

i was with(out)

this feels a bit immature and a bit premature. it isn't great. good? questionable. but i like it. would love some feedback. i'm not entirely sure what it's about.

The Last Grandparent

I thought my faith superior to that funereal talk of being together and the dead dog snapping at your heels. I am not laughing at your simple faiths today. O God

Shocks 1,2,3

All of these emotions are so wobbly, and they are never cautious and they never stop and they never think. The only secretary is that I can write all that I feel. My hands can just about
Cherry

Crematorium

Is this everything - your name printed on paper two bunches of flowers and thirty-one people with your genes? Stories were never written on a string of DNA.
Poem of the week

Longs Close

It is not you I mourn but the walk to your house through the wheat on Dodds lane and the haze on Pyrford roads in high summer. Now, bereft of my place in those times

After Mandela

“After his death” he says, “the prophecy will come true, Slaughter of all whites within seven weeks.”

Summer Fever

The young ladies who are so true, their eyes do dance under the summer lights, they are more beautiful than any person known. There are those who walk with blonde hair,

The Story of Me

The music of my life plays around me in unseen drifts Nursery rhymes flutter by like butterflies Laughter and grazed knees Trees and buttercups

In Love with Dyslexia

I am very much in love with a guy who is dyslexic. Until a couple of years ago I did not even know what the word meant, actually neither did he.

The Missing Ring

I begged one of my friends to let me wear her pink flower finger ring. I wanted to show it off in school and tell everyone that I had gotten engaged suddenly.

Poetry Beauty

acrostic poem with vertical lines read, "poetry beauty brings big joy to read" (if you cant see the image, se capitals ... in fixed font to see words line up )

The Lost Post (Chapter Three) Docket and lies

Docket Definitions: 1. Work carried out over and above one’s duty 2. That with which to supplement a derisory income 3. That to be stolen from someone else
Cherry

Time means nothing here

When time collapses on itself, and now and then co-exist.