Autobiography

Cherry

Inexplicable

Get the subtle Betjeman reference - luv a bit of Betjemania, me.

Orbital, Aphex Twin and Squarepusher.

He deals with problems the same way he deals with the dripping tap in the bathroom just puts on his music until he can't hear.
Poem of the week

Lily Allen Dream

'How's Lily?' people in the office would ask and I'd tell them the things we'd been up to.

STAGNATION

STAGNATION I am being swallowed by quick sand, I am being suffocated with a plastic bag, I am paralysed from the waist down, By the ferocious ocean I'm being drowned.

a photograph of summer (a sort of sonnet)

A shoeless wanderer roams, blind from strife over hot, short grass; this boy was you once - whose world consists of never resting suns and waves deeper than the meaning of life.
Cherry

Childhood's End

Adam strapped in the patient's chair, a sugar-coated phial loaded between his teeth. Dr Wu drilling key-holes into soft crowns of skull, injects fizzy sherbert

Detox Advice

A conversation about food neuroses
Cherry

That money would have turned you into a bastard

Poem about this story http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/6535813/EuroMill...
Cherry

Note To An Aspiring Poet

I'd been in pompous mode considering myself a Poet, trying to get at meaning when my friend's 2 year old decided to tell me about his day. Under his guileless paw
Cherry

My Pen

Posted in Dec '09 This may be getting published; more anon.... ;)

In The Hour Of Their Passing

One story ends following a slow withdrawal, a moulding into outlines of greying sheets. The cells sucking into themselves, the hollowed skin pinned to whitewash walls. Another sees sparks

ONCE

Once I was a child, With everything before me; Then I was an adolescent - Everything bored me; Then I was a young woman, Fertile and ripe; Then I was a mother Believing all the hype.

Actium

My friend Caesar

They Don't Know

Electricity. Bubbles. All because you touched my hand. Dread. Fear. The pain from before still has not subsided. Hope. Trust. You know all my secrets. Warmth. Caresses.

Maybe This Time

Me You I cling to the memory of You and me together Your heartbeat next to mine But there’s more than distance between us, It’s a concrete block in the middle

You and Me

Touches my face, soft and gentle getting closer. My breath speeds up, his slows down mint on his breath. Nervous, It’s not what I expect but it’s what I want. He draws me to him

Intelligent woman

INTELLIGENT WOMAN Intelligent woman Young and free What makes you so different to me? Neglected, Alone Angry and scared You fight for your life, your teeth bared Emotionally Unstable
Cherry

Wallpaper

another look back to childhood - this time a long way back

BANANAS ON LINE (IP) True

Off I go with the babe in her pram the bag attached is crammed To see the shops and buy some chops And many other things I pop into a jewellers to have a peep at rings
Cherry

Most people aren't that happy anyway

Most people are phoning work at 9.05, ‘I’ve overslept again. I’ll be there as soon as I can.’

The Crash

I seen it happen, we was spinning like a bottle top And I was praying Lord make the bottle stop

Broken

Upon hearing of your demise?

Deep Emotions

The journey from sorrow and loss to love and kindness is a painful one but not impossible .

Friendship

Do you like me coz I’m crazy Or because I made you laugh Or is it coz we’re family Or I am your other half Do you like me coz we grew up Chasing boys and climbing trees

ALIENAGE

the sense of never having fit in, the memory of anarchy and suffering and knowledge (swollen beyond reality) of the frailty of life the depression of those who read the sad and glorious

I hate your youth

I hate your youth he wrote on a post card when he spoke to her he called her a little minx hating her and wanting her he drank to ease the pain of lost youth and lost opportunity

Ma

I close my face into her warm chest under that navy woollen-worn jumper, infused with decades of pruning

Broken Bearded Boy

Long drawn out coffee granule days. Deluded. I sit staring at his current life.

walk

for kids again children of a young again stil have there innocent and we should let them have it beucae your only a hcild once in your life.

Look at the mood

i bet we all feel like this sometimes
Cherry

I'm a painter not a writer

I'm a painter not a writer an artisan art-maker splat-splashing my concoctions Pollock-like big and bigger.. See my multi-coloured multi-layered landscaped mindscaped pebble-dashed
Cherry

I donated money anonymously

£5.80 to Haiti anonymously.
Cherry

Now We Are Parents

Our faces are changing, my love. Your face and mine. We're growing old, not in years so much, but together. The light is lowering in our eyes like a dying sun.

The Park

It wasn’t much of a park If park is what you wished to call it Two swings and monkey bars That the big boys used to dominate when the sun went down The grass was a dangerous place

Eye Test

When Mr Chin Leaned in And frowned Flashed his White light Told me To look right Then left Then into the corner Read those letters Behind me He said I looked Past his head

My boy

Today it is twenty years ago that you were born. 11 weeks to early, weighing no more than 3 pounds.
Cherry

Postscript

In all our fanciful talk of crisp, white bed sheets, Romania, and teaching English, I never thought to mention we would call our son 'Ted'

weekly routine of a weekend raver

prose poem weekly routine of a weekend raver

A BODMIN MOOR EXPERIENCE

Coming back from Cornwall, we came face to face with a fog, like I've never seen before.
Cherry

Missing You

These words have been a long time coming...

A Million Miles of Sky

And now a new path, step by step Unfolds before a cautious heart And with each footfall comes afresh A new and hopeful start So onward go, with courage strong

The Fissure

Frightening but gloriously so...

In Our Time

What are you going to do about it?

Back in the Olden Days

Last night, back in the olden days, I was a very different person- full of youth, optimism, extra cold Guinness and whiskey chaser. Last night, back in the olden days, it was all sorted out-

Faithless

Believe every word..
Cherry

Born to Shop

Shop till you drop

PHONE CUT (IP)

Oh! what a dilemma We had gone on a big retreat to a holy shrine All in different cars prayers and devotion all kinds of emotion for many offered there It was pouring hard when

"CORNED BEEF HASH" (IP)

I have heard and had cornbeef hash but never a hash key don't know how to use So I dial a number hello! hello! A voice says I will put you through yes, wait a minute music is shoved on

Remix

Wednesdays are like album tracks you want to skip past to get to Friday.

walking with angels

this could be for anyone who lost somone. read about john dye who pass from touch by angel and this pop into my head. For his family and anyone who lost someone. i say if you cant fine the words hug.

And do what?

OH NO, we're all going to die!!!

you left me crazy

two people saing goodbye

Don't you care

read and think ?

Because I can’t talk (to you)

Words are where I am, so now your hurricane of mere language has blown me right out of sight. Out of range.
Cherry

Because of you

It is a silence. It is a grey-ness.

Your heart doesn't look like a valentine

What is a heart other than a fact: a radio fluting french disco, 4 head boys holding doors, a traffic jam of atoms, a plug socket overcrammed, a sound system of lub-dub,

I need to know

Oh, when did Jimmy Stewart's plane crash and the Duke depart upon his horse? Charlie Chaplin is certainly quiet now -along with Marylin Munroe

Thank The Lord

I remember driving home through the hood at night Pistol on my lap at every single red light