Cherry

In the Gutter...

I imagine a cell, A prison cemented in the sky. It is a place whose walls, Stand soaked in despair. I find a woman there, We hate each other. There is nothing between us,

Ode To Red Wine

But lager thou art not a patch on red wine Which similarly I guzzle most of the time Full bodied or light, it goes down so well A pop, a glug, a swish, a smell

Ode To Lager

Lager, I love you And I dream of your bubbles There's no wrong you can do I forget all my troubles While I'm sipping on you Getting bloated and fat I start craving McCoys
Story of the week

Lust, Fist-Fights and British Seaside Resorts

We were almost at Southend. Mum had fallen asleep five minutes into the journey, and she now sat, head lolling backwards, mouth open and arms folded.
Cherry

The Church and the Devils 10

Murder, a priest and paganism in Anglo Saxon Northumbria
Cherry

The Church and the Devils 9

Murder, a priest and paganism in Anglo Saxon Northumbria
Cherry

The Chruch and the Devils 8

Murder, a priest and paganism in Anglo Saxon Northumbria

Chagang Flood

If Someone

If someone could smile If someone could laugh If someone could get over their terrible past. If someone could marvel at something great.

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