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Cherry

Lacking a Home, Not a Soul

I’d like to share a lesson it’s taken me years to learn. That homeless people are people too. That may seem odd to you if you’re in another nation,...

Dark Places

Photo by Myself *Drowning trigger warning* It was a chilly evening in November when I decided to kill myself. I had been flirting with the idea for a...

Frustration

It was another day like any other for me. I woke up to my long term girlfriend Cynthia rifling around in the dark, trying to dress without waking me...
Cherry

The Parasite: Chapter Four

IV: Two Shots That’s what it’d take, he figured. Two shots. One, if the old weathered Mauser hadn’t been tattered and timeworn from years of neglect...
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True Rebels Want to Be Free

Dandelions born to be free, In the yellow center, lies a wild heart Yet, what others take to be unruly Those with true eyes know that To be wild is...
Cherry

The Parasite: Chapter Three

III: Dreams in the Witch House It took him a while to fall asleep, and he tossed and turned in his narrow corner bed, too cold, too hot. On the bed...
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Cherry

The Parasite: Chapter Two

II: Parasite “You may spin faster, ladies”, John said. Two spinning wheels were amongst them and the women had brought them outside to the small...
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My Precious Bluebird, I Bid You Adieu

To my precious bluebird, I bid you adieu My first friend, My only blue bird, how I missed you, And will miss you. I know I must let you go, flying...
Cherry

Rediscovering Holes

This is a poem I wrote some time ago. Fifty-two years ago to be more precise. I rediscovered it the other day whilst searching in the loft for my...
Cherry

Sunny

It was a sunny and clear day. I know that’s a shite way to start a story, believe me. I’m seventy-something years old. I’ve read my fair share of...