THEBOWRIVER - poem

Where tourists click in awe. Flatness meandering into shades of colour, sun-drenched and strutting.

ON GREEN BAY, NEW BRUNSWICK - poem

Morning trawlers will soon prowl as pussycats.

the foul of a hero's slay

the spider's brag and the drudge of shame.. the past is a snail-puppet.. feasting like a sarit-truce.. the spade of the crackjaw is the dreary rizer... a corona around a thought
Cherry

Yesterday Today.

Today she wears her pyjamas. Yesterday she was dolled in long boots & tight jeans and her hair bounced excitedly on her shoulders.
Cherry

The Morning After

A trashy read on holiday type story that i hope reveals some of those female inner workings

Your Choice

The simpler the better

Road Trip

Love on the open road
Cherry

Human Rights

It's getting hot in here
Cherry

Harboil: Part VI.

The thing is: the payphones are always ringing. Below ground, the Princess is sat on a gondola, finding romance on the bad canal.

War Buoy

A vertical as sight offers opaque hands for grip and leverage, Just a floating point above calculus ratios, A decimal place in stasis,

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