Watching you in the night from across the valley

I am singing here but my own words come back to me from windows.
Cherry

28th December

As a shelf stacker, unlike Woolworths' bosses I might not be able to see the bigger picture. But, like the ant crossing the carpet I was aware of some threads unravelling.

To The Rescue!

To any Native Americans reading this poem.. There is absolutely no offence intended (((-;
Cherry

What are you thinking?

A young couple were walking in the woods during a misty winter morning. In the distance could be heard the roar of a chainsaw, its carousel of chattering teeth racing round the central blade.

Blindly....

It calls the name. Unwoken, unshod, the beast Walks/ it’s name Unspoken/ cast the dice And pray for Deliverence/ For the time is right The signs appear And we have waited
Cherry

Infinity plus one

For MB :-)

Another Twelve Days Of Christmas

Hard times are like a good wine , some enjoy them so much that they bought them all up for theselves
Story of the week

My Damn Writing

Please critique and review! This is a slightly "decorated" autobiographical short story about getting my heart broken and reclaiming my writing.

THE WOODEN RAMP poem

Afghan arms need several tries to roar up the inclination, a painful tumble not part of the plan.

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