Autobiography

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2002-05 My memories of working at a hostel for homeless men

It wasn't my first time working with people who had become homeless. It was 22 years after. I was now 43, working in Exeter not Belfast. The system...
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Path blocked

Along the low ridge, blue skies and white clouds – Clee hills to the left, Wenlock Edge to the right; then on to the lane … cows, calves and a bull moved to greet us, squashed up close – inquisitive? should we squeeze through …

An Incredible Journey (IP)

I am about to make an incredible journey, Ladies and Gentlemen. It has occurred to me that if I create a fictionalized version of myself then I exist...
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At This Time

Picture by pixabay free images. Dear Mother Earth, at this time I ask for your support and guidance throughout the next ninety six hours, be with me...
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The sin in cynical

I wonder at what point in my life I became a cynic I still do not possess a definitive answer Regardless how often it is I give this question thought...
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50 Years Ago Today

July 31, 1967 It' was already hot at 6 a.m. when I woke up. This would be the last time, I thought, that I would be sharing a bed with my sister,...

Enough

Not so secretly hoping we might make amends, This latest rebuke extinguishes any last vestiges of hope. I am finished if not completely silenced...
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WRITING ON THE MOVE

I recommend the London bus when seeking inspiration; All sorts of human life is there, and folks of every nation. All crammed together, talking,...
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A father's thoughts

It brings me so much joy, when I hear my children laugh It makes the world better And when they find it scary, my arms will always comfort them They...
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Wonder

Skin, hot, sticks to me. I wonder what you wonder. Light crawling from behind the drawn curtains. Slats on the poorly assembled bed creak beneath the...

Letter From Italy

Dear diary... This was a letter I wrote about my trip to Italy when I was twenty one. Luckily mum and dad kept hold of it and placed the letter in an...
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Hip Replacement Update

Dear diary...my brain's in a whirl with so much to do and focus on. People tell me not to worry so much, but there's so much to organize in two weeks...

Aligators at Night

I turn my fear into a fearsome axe As I walk through the city streets, Knowing that crude fear can only defeat me. I hold my axe by the handle,...

Bastille Day, 1987

This isn't about 'storming the battlements', but the mention of Bastille Day, brought this tale back to mind …
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RSI

Running through streets With face masks To filter filthy air. Cars speed up For pedestrians to scare them from Screens. Headphones Silence ambulance...

The Kindness of Kevin

I am currently in the middle of writing a short story based around random acts of kindness so it felt both timely, and heart-warming, when I was the...
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Story of the week

What happens near Rome

On Sunday I went to a wedding. It was lovely, by a beautiful Italian lake. The food was magnificent, so much of it, and great wine, and then many...
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I'm Going Through Changes

This is my diary account. For anyone reading this, I realize you might me irritated by this kind of writing, or annoyed at the fact I'm being...
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Joe's Roses

Just one of the many things I miss now that both my mum and dad are dead, especially as an only child, is having no one to check my personal history...

Stick to your Mums

You’re all invited to sit down and have a quick lil’ listen, To the troubled young soul, lost the one he was kissin’, May have been suggested that it...
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Death and Stuff

One day last week I lifted the garage door, took a look, and quickly retreated. A couple of months ago the last of my furniture and boxed up goods...
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The Reproachful Muse

Its been a very patient sheepdog never nipping or barking just walking behind me stopping whenever I did lying down when I stopped gazing with big...
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Why is everything endless?

Strange worlds of repetition and bullshit. Oil and house paint on canvas and hung over a disused light switch. I live in a half made house. The...

Going Through The Change

While working in Farepak factory hot flushes would come over me, then with no way for me to escape it left me in this embarrassing state, hampers...

Spilled Coke

Staring between the small and hidden nape, Stir the cinnamon infused brew, The haunting moment where I probably lost you. The darks spent trying to...

.9 diary one

"My favourite is Marlboro, have you tried before?" asked father suddenly, as he took his pouch of tobacco from a jacket pocket. I replied that I had...

Conned 2 - part 8

The letter of complaint that I sent to the directors of the company brought forth a very cold and formal letter, informing me that they had received...

Conned 2 - part 7

My daughter said she thought it was time that I took things to the next level, and wrote an official letter of complaint to the company. So I did,...
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Fountain Of Dreams

I want to go to those places where old friends flirt with my dreams, their faces emanate from a fountain of past memories, each varying globule...

Conned 2 - part 6

Monday January 10 was a very bad day. I got home from play reading, and had lunch and was about to go out to bridge, when I noticed a very bad smell...

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I'm sad. My heart feels empty. The stitches holding the rift in my heart have once again opened- opened wide. I want to be adored. I need someone to...

Mary Ann

Ecumenism was not a term we were familiar with back in the mid 50's, and perhaps back then, we weren't ready for the concept. Mary Ann Allmendinger...

Conned 2 - part 5

My next problem wasn't so much a problem with the machine, as it was with my understanding of what was happening. When Mike sold me on the...
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The Foreign Language

The Foreign Language Stale furnace. Drizzling close to my skin; a silver sheath. I had no word for drizzling of course Not in English nor in my...
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Lois and Sharon

From Marlene's house coming up the road, you get next to the Krugers, pretty white boarded house. They were an elderly couple, originally from Russia...
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Conned 2 - part 4

I don't intend to bore you with all the little frustrations relating to my purchases, but will just mention the big problems. The first of these was...

Family Gathering

Impatient son – he poked the crumbs that topped the pudding’s plums. He licked his finger, quickly went, disaster to prevent – ‘There’s something...
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Marlene

Our house was 221 11 th Street – a yellow stucco finished house, two bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, a combined living room dining area and a bathroom. But...

Conned 2 - part 3

The men who were going to install my thermodynamic machine had to come from Essex, which is the headquarters of the company, and the home of most of...

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What brought you here? To this place What strange series of events An incalculable amount of decisions Not just yours We sit across from one another...
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Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining

Dear Diary...clock ticks as I type wondering where all the time has gone contemplating my options to have a hip replacement, but I don't know why It'...

Conned 2 - part 2

About a week after my heating management system was installed, I was phoned by the man who had actually got me to sign on the dotted line, Mike. He...

Conned 2 - part 1

Conned! 2 - part 1 I do have something to write about – and I have already provided you with the first part of it . I posted it in late September and...
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Good Luck John

I haven't used this site for a long time. But I haven't forgotten about you. I regularly think about Rhiannon and wonder how she is getting on with...

Leggings – Bikerrs Galore!

a helicopter buzzed the building.
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A Beautiful Day In Sanremo

Nel blu dipinto di blu. (Criticism welcome).
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Photos

You show me photos on your phone as we stand on the tube. Scrolling through years of captured memories and pointing out the fondest. We don't speak,...
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‘Dear Darling Daughter’: letters, sore knees, chicken legs

Amongst some of my most treasured possessions are the small number of letters that my dad wrote me the summer before his death in January 1979. I was...

Love Longsuffering

And Jacob served seven years for Rachel; and they seemed unto him but a few days, for the love he had to her. ~ Genesis 29: 20 As a hart roams in the...
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The List

My mother died as she lived. In Marks and Spencer's Food Hall.

Distraction

Distraction She traces her fingertips Across the bronzed, accentuated curves Of her neighbour’s face. As the minutes click, time slips, She loses...
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The scent of them

I miss the smell of families – Funky, loud, unabashedly visceral. Granddad’s chest hair was wiry; sourly Vinegary, reeked like baked conkers. Nana’s...
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Reflections of Mother’s Day as a Motherless, Childless Woman

A couple of Sunday's ago my evening viewing was upset a little by the chosen format for that night’s edition of The Big Painting Challenge (BBC One,...

With thanks to the Morphine

With thanks to the Morphine Writing poetry is not an easy thing Reading it can be even more challenging I sit down with pen in hand Trying to think...