Autobiography

Cherry

Dear Diary Some Days In My Life Time To Reminisce

As I look back remembering, there was a time when I was at school I would shy away from danger or the unpredictable, having been ridiculed and picked...
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Cherry

Dear Diary Some Days in my Life A Tapestry is all that Matters

That old saying; Love Hurts is so true, whether you're the one doing the breaking up, or you're the one having your heart broken...believe me, I've...
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Cherry

Dear Diary Days in my Life School Days and Dreamboats

As I sit here typing, I'm listening to that old Eric Clapton record; Behind the Mask, It ringed so true as to my feelings at that particular moment...
Cherry

Dear Diary Days in my Life Letters and Holidays

I was tired on this Friday evening, from a busy week at work and was looking forward to a relaxing bath then heading out to the pub. As I opened the...

my unmade bed

My unmade bed I’m in bed again this morning I’ve just turned in its 5am I still haven’t spread the Egyptian cotton sheets My head pounds from...

The beautiful girl

There was a beautiful girl Who had brads like the iron rope bridge Her hair soft like candy floss A smile I would give a world for She has such a...

Singing

I don't think this is the proper way to take a compliment but it's the first thing that runs through my head.

Dear Diary Some Days in my Life

Names have been changed to protect identities. It's a delusion to imagine that life will remain the same forever, those fleeting short-lived sagas...

10 Days Prior St Valentine's

The aftermath, an unexpected utterance of a thousand whispers, music humming amongst the cloudy atmosphere of a world I have yet to explore...
Cherry

Howzat?

Cause for celebration.

The Hallway

And he looked up from his seat. Knowing that yet darkness his eyes would meet. His world was of confusion. All aspects part of a threatening race. He...

Aston on Clun Ramble

28/01/15 Gusts of whirling hail-balls white, surround, then drift away, sun peeps through and glitters bright upon the little brook, runs through the...

The Classroom Diaries - Chapter 6

When he would look back on the day's events he would wonder why he spent so much time worrying about what he'd just done. There was something much more important to worry about.

The Classroom Diaries - Chapter 5

1105 Observer has settled the class and asked them to note down five questions they have from last lesson. Class seem confused. Mentions of ‘video’.

Lazy Bloody Teachers

Back inside and lesson three, watered down versions of GCSE.
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Earth Heart (3)

Yesterday, we trampled back into the woods

Timing 21-22/1/2015

Kind and soft. An original type of charm. Something on the way he so sweetly smiled. Stars would be jealous to find out his eyes were the owners of...
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Men, Not Beasts

A poem about humanity and violence, seen through the lens of boxing.
Cherry

Childhood stories

On visits to Grannie’s little end terraced house, my sisters and I would sit at the table and listen to her stories about Rupert the Bear. There...
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A Strange Goodbye. (leggings side story)

It was way past dark, and I woke to the sound of a voice, soft, English, far away. “Hi again,” I say brightly. I feel there is an urgency. He wants...

School crush

Your thought pattern is unorthodox Like lazy bed rest in the middle of the day Shadows play steadily across your mind scape As you try to recapture...

creator

I used to think you were odd Staying in at lunch break Oils in your hand Canvas stretched like Canada You placed each stroke like your personal...

Alive

I’ve always held certain truths inside me; things that I was never told but innately 'knew'. For instance, I 'knew' I would love nothing and nobody...
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Snowfall Ramble

Melting in the valley down below but the higher up the hill we go boots squeaking through ... second-hand tablet seems to say …

Leggings - Maria says it all.

IN the shower, after 9.30 on Sunday Morning. I wish I could say bright and early, only it wasn't. I have to go get some water as I'm alergic to tap...

The Empty Table

When you walk in the room it seems odd Still lots of laughs from them But Pat, who sat in the very back We saw off last week at the crem. And Joyce...
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Twenty-One Tumuli

The start point was determined by family history. My wife’s grandma had spent many years living near Brighstone, and so indirectly prompted we had...

I sip my flat white.

And there, and there, and there… Going to face your judgement the priest said. I am the Life I flipped the kneeling stool up Peace to you Hymn 79,...
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Beatle mania

Blood red bleeds along cobbled stone Of rain washed streets A neon sign illuminates the cavern Ten o’clock and a queue runs Like a charm along a...

leggingsends2

Three more noisy nights of deliveries, no idea of what, I've been sleeping. It's a habit of mine. In the morning, around 7.30, the Grommets are in...

Leggings - bad mornings - the pay off today

As a child I knew all the old famous families – from the Pearly Kings and Queens of the East end, to the infamous families of Europe, the no longer...
Cherry

Apologies and Pardons

*** Hard as nails ***
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Cherry

New Year Text Message

I received a text today from someone unknown. The message did not download from the sender . But the date said 01/01/1970. Four years before I was...

Dark jelly

Image: Julie Falk
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A Quiet Evening

Relaxing at home.
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Cherry

Quarter to January

Christmas morning; that off-kilter smile, that very last gift you gave to me
Cherry

The Visit

You hand me the bracelet without meeting my eyes - A wordless expression that betrays the casualness between us. It's a symbol, a sign That you haven...
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Black Bag

Once it was filled with the finest Norwegian chocolate sometimes white, sometimes nutty. It came home every second Friday night, stuffed with...

2 texts and the phone still has'nt rang

2 texts and 10 o’clock and still no call The Segway music Bled into the end of the radio Sermon, reminding me of how we fitted together You light...

My Father

My father could be a pig. My father was fat and sweaty and shiny. He was a slob. He was dirty, ugly and nasty, crude and obscene. He could get rowdy...
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Gold cherry

Breaking Glass

Died inside when they ushered me in; my mother – stripped naked,
Gold cherry

Meeting Ourselves Coming Back

I visited the new Birmingham Library to renew my vows and give thanks. I had never fallen out of love; I’d just been distracted by the easy...
Cherry

Feeling fragile

I stopped and softly stroked the delicate white orchid’s petal, its fragility suddenly reminded me of you; its rippled wrinkling, like the skin on...

The Five Year Gift

What's the gift they recommend When you've coped for five long years To live without your loving spouse With all the worries and fears To know the...

Jellybean

Jellybean was the first pony I had owned that didn’t get sold within the first few months of owning her. The family story is that I would travel with...
Cherry

My Mother Myself

A Monday in the long, hot summer of 1983, headed for Tooting Bec Asylum.

Floodplain (3): Hogacre and On

On the far side of the sportsfield I'd reached at the end of the previous piece is Hogacre Common, a community-run eco park. I'm there quite often -...
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My Hidden Heart

My heart has been in hiding, under a tough body Armour; a dark shell thick with crustaceans of limpets and barnacles who attach yet don't get through...
Cherry

not quite AA, but only 12 steps to the bar

not quite AA, but only 12 steps to the bar the afternoon drinkers, wear no wedding rings; these, are the lost men, who failed to persuade, anyone, to...
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That house

That house is now a house, like a doll's house that you can see in, You can make up little scene's; recrerate a day, a night a life. The doll's in...

Little Shop of Stationary

Shopping would be a more pleasant experience if it weren't for other people. It's depressing to see teenagers walking round a shopping centre, yet...

Underground

Soft creeping through tunnels, exuding fresh clean air, no clatter, the underground approaches. It gently strokes the platform as doors slide to...

Thursday tomorrow

It's Thursday tomorrow Hurray! Another weekend and a lie-in But we're all getting old and we're dying Hurray! Hurray! We're all getting old and we're...

Non-Words and Unspoken Promises

You promised to kiss my tears away In loud and assuring non-words But so clearly and verbally You promised to never let him cry I could hear your...

Grey Skies, On An Orange Night.

The Rain pours down on a London street Tear drops from the Sky Like the tear drops that rolls from each corner Of my Eyes. People shelter from the...

A Grave

I saw a man once, reading to a headstone in a fawn gilet. As the sun streamed through the trees onto his head, daffodils blew their trumpets at his...

HANDS

They run through my hair, nails lightly sliding across my scalp, sending a sudden shiver down my back. Its been nearly a decade sense those hands...

Consciousness, Sleep and Astral body travel

The story I tell could well be to my detriment. It must be noted and clearly understood that I have not had any dreams such as these for well more...
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