Cherry

The Gods Besotted

A teen bacchanalian, Madame Butterfly at the Wash and Go, a run-in with the law and the continuance of an affected sense of not giving a damn.
Cherry

Chapter 1: beginning in a giraffe's cage

My mid Life Crisis began when I turned 40. Or, perhaps more accurately, when I was 40 years and one day old. It began in the giraffe compound at the zoo. At about 6.23 a.m. On a Tuesday.

Madness is all in the mind: Chapter 1: first day in the madhouse

I hadn't expected the garden. Not a real, growing, colourful garden, crammed with life-sustaining sunshine.
Cherry

The man who lives under the floorboards chapter 1: week 1

Deus Ex Machina

He had stayed up the past thirty-eight hours, kept in an altered state by psylocibin impregnated bacon rind and walnut coffee.

Suicide Art

There are secret streets and secret worlds. There are secret names encoded in the graffiti on toilet walls and in the chalk outlines of suicide victims.

Concrete Teeth

Carla paused a moment before spitting out the bacon rind she had been chewing between her teeth.

The sea, the sun and the moon

A poem about the sea

psychological diet

I am trapped in my cage, no one knows how I feel, alone on my plat formed stage, awaiting my next meal, there are a lot of people here, babbling on about their lives, no one sees my tears,

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