The man inside me (I get the double meaning)

This is an ode to you, my man, the man inside my eyes The man I owe my life to, who will never leave my side

A Stolen Kiss

I had been riding for days in the Colorado Mountains when I decided that I had run far enough. There’s only so long you can run from something before you realise that the purpose is gone.

Cherry

Cherry sits at the bar on a Sunday night. She one of very few. Every Sunday, the same stool, the same place, the same look in her eyes; and she’s excited.

We dont need another hero

Homes are kept tidy Its quiet in the library Makes no sense, to oppose them standing on the fence But each to their own, Fuckers, pardon my French,
Cherry

I Write... Therefore I Am

High-schools and universities, friends and classes and reputations, gentle lovers, beautiful lovers, abusive, deceitful lovers, drug highs and drug lows, almost nazi-style jails
Cherry

Nodding With Cherries

Marjorie Wallace, thirty-nine-year-old librarian, enjoyed a certain fillip to her weekly walk to the writers’ circle.

Today

I did not care for but today

Death in Cairo

Mourning screams morning braiding hair washing dishes small annoyances and in the background Mourning screams will the nagging worries and distant catastrophes disappear

Death by Photography

Death by Photography

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