Autobiography

Story of the week

Ten snapshots of the past reviewed whilst drowning

a motley collection of 10 random memories written in different styles.

Thursday Sonnet: Paris

Paris, Paris, I have not come to light Or spin you, I’ve not come to sing la Senne, My throat seeks no refreshment from your night And I’m not asking where to go or when.

Compassionate Leave

A painful shift held together with smiles, Ones that make your face ache And your hands shake, While you’re taking orders. Awkward conversations with a manager, Or a friend,

Já Amor Tebe

About a close friend who died this week. He was only 18 and I am so lucky to have known him x

Dolls' Packing

Every year my family and I went camping, invariably to Cornwall or Devon.

THE DAY THE INTERNET DIED

A ruthless virus, dressed as a security guard, got it in an art gallery(busy stirring a cup of coffee) with a tommy gun blew it to hell (hotmail and Facebook and Brittanica all at once,

A POEM FOR PETER HAYES COYOTE

It was good to see you, man not like cool great good more like real, soulful good Well, I feel like hell: I'm sure you do too sometimes Looks like we put our perfectly good quarter

Tuesday Sonnet: Huzzah!

Scared of me? You bet! I've seen your tragic Castles and the holes beneath your cuirass. Paint me stupid – I am full of magic, Bright like stuff of dreams, as warm and true as

My 'sister' Debbie

I have a 'sister', she is big And also an insufferable prig; Five foot eight, with her five foot feet, Red in the face, and packed with meat.

Masterpiece

i want to fuck your creativity make love to your beautiful mind corrupt every thought you ever have with my cock and cum. help you force out the darkness onto the page

Just Words

this room smells clean it's not home but for now it will do. the hum of the extractor fan smothers all other noise except the sound of fingers on the keyboard. my window is two stories up

Chocolate Kisses

ugly, heavyset curtains block the light from passing cars the kettle boils as the TV lights the room i lay naked refreshed clean
Cherry

Captive

So much light and colour - and the promise of spring. And it feels now as if nothing in this life will be as perfect as this moment ...

An Ode to Two North Psychiatric Unit

(note: I originally wrote this piece years ago, after my first stay in a psych ward in Medford, Oregon, USA, which followed a rough stay in a jail) This place isn't exactly heaven:

Empty

The earth below my feet, grounds me to my reality; it shoulders the rocks within my life.

Dragon at the Window

An aged woman, currently living in a sanatorium, struggles to escape her past and present.

Attempted note to a stranger on the coach

A belly-full of flirting – and looking back posts are knocked into the ground at equal distances and look at me leaning back against one of them – smiling and referring back

AFTER MADNESS - CH 3 - 2

When I was fifteen I had a flashback in Wigan High street.
Cherry

Daffodils

We lived in a cul-de-sac. A modern 1960s-built sort of square dead-end. Our house was embedded within the square or rectangle of houses which sat around a central patch of grass.
Cherry

On the Bright Thread of Time

On the bright thread of time I am nobody’s child On the bright thread of time I am not your mother But some kind of kindred spirit With the power of a larger body

Tuesday Sonnet: Immortality

“When I am gone, I shall not be the dust That licks your soles beneath your steps wind-borne, Nor yet the thread of ash that, shorn of lust And reason, trails the mantle of the storm;

Keepsake

nostalgia again..sorry
Cherry

Trompe L'Oeil

When I saw him, the night before, he looked his usual size.

An Insomniac's Dawn

The hands of the clock wave stiffly through the small hours; a lengthy, bitter goodbye. I sit in four-cornered dark, so awake yet wrapped in a shroud that slowly slips from black to grey.

My River

A story of The Mayflower

Tenth Anniversary.

Dean and I would have been together ten years yesterday - the sixth of March - bur we split up, so it was also the end. I can't claim not to be upset, but when its over, its over.

Monday Sonnet: Hope

I’m asked to write of hope, a subject which Resists festoons of metaphor with almost The same propriety as death. Foremost Among the skills that make a poet rich

Love Reborn

Someone else gave birth to me, but someone else gave me life. God chose them just for me. . a lonely husband and wife. They had longed for a baby, but there just could not be.
Gold cherry

Myth of Narcissus

...I grow impatient for spring.
Cherry

Crisis of Faith

Life has a funny way of catching up with you, for better or for worse. A nun who survived Auschwitz confronts her demons and lives happily ever after.

The Mirror

Memories...

Turtle Power

blah just read it and comment.

AFTER MADNESS - CH 3 -1

I had a lot of problems fitting in as a child. I was terrified of doorways, upstairs and the thing that would come and get me. I'd seen it.

Keep Wales Tidy

While snow-topped mountains blazed

AFTER MADNESS - CH 2 : 2 - Relatively Speaking

My older sister, Sandra, looks just like Margaret did at the same age. It is quite scary. I don't look like any of them. Thank god!
Cherry

January 30th, 1649

She dips her kerchief into a pool of still-warm blood. It is the holy blood of the king and it will stain her cotton lace. Giddy at the sight of it she pushes through the wailing crowd,

The Key Ring

Turning out a messy drawer I came across this little piece of treasure.
Cherry

On Speaking German

A Stückchen of almost-lunchtime poetry!

Untitled. Think of one later

I shouldn't be here. You should. I should be dead. Forgotten, and buried. It wasn't your time to go, yet you took the stake for me. Why?

I am a Ghost.

I fear I have become but a ghost, echoing invisibly in the background of your life.
Cherry

THE THING

This is a poem about "The Thing," the thing which hides in great poems till you put the page under a microscope, and it flies away on devil wings and turns into a bat under the full moon,

Egg

I knew from an early age that my life would never be easy, but the last couple of months have definitely been the worst.

Bitter Taste

Burning to tell, but I can't let myself speak...

This Momentous Day

This, after a first feverish night in hospital.
Gold cherry

Week 4

Monday February 23rd

For S

A testimony to a certain kind of bright electric company.

A Mental Rejuvenate

You ignite your life an the world is your own You bottle life up until your safely alone You have a laugh an you try to get on But your crushed and depribed and framed in the wrong

A Major Breakthrough - My Story

Within the past week some pretty amazing things have happened to me. Not externally but internally... I'll start by telling you my life story...

ONCE I FLEW TO THE EDGE OF THE UNIVERSE

"Rome didn't matter, or come off - But heaven and hell did." The Fall

THE POET'S CURSE II - SELF-DOUBT

I sit here in this attic room I strive to write, I'm struck by gloom; With self-doubt I ceaseless wrest To know I'll never be the best. Words and thoughts rise in my head,

First Desolation Then A Joyous return

After almost a year of recurring illnes and hospitalizations I'm feeling like writing again. my first tentative steps back. A Tetractys and a Triolet

Fairy-girl of my memory

codes that will never be broken, like chain.

7:25am

Same time, every weekday.
Gold cherry

This is the kind of thing you would like.

You're not there by now and these stalks are out on eyes although I am supposed to not think this You me you me you me you you you The plastic roof we pressed our hooves on -
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Cherry

Her Prayer Mat

Green, the colour of Mohammed. Green, the sacred colour of paradise. Its tassled edges fringe the niche - the mihrab - that points the way. The arch-shape,
Cherry

I Have A Friend

I have a friend who I have known Since our pebble-picking days Since a bird's cry, a rain-shower Could wash all our fears away Since we learned to tie our laces In a big, unwieldy bow

some sort of rosy something

Nothing like the bitter split that scarred my heart. Rejection letter repeating weakness breaking me apart no mental flip , where i undo. The one that i should kissed
Cherry

Week 3

Monday February 16th