Just Don’t Go Back To Big Sur

The Thrills meet Jack Kerouac in a tale where love turns sour and devotion sends a man to the gallows.

Who robbed?

Who robbed? P K Routray A child on the lap of his grandfather, seems to pose these questions as to his future. Who did rob him of these essences of life? making their living full with strife.

Death of a tree

The tree stood, as it had, for a hundred years In the green forest, full of elven tears Beneath it stood a hoard of marauding trolls They had approached in numbers, over grassy knolls.
Cherry

6: Prague Diary

Monday 16th Day five.

I'm Driving in the Desert

It’s hot here, I must be dreaming...
Cherry

Melissa's Room

We used to play dress up here, in this room with the faded pink walls and scent of cherry. That's why the carpet's stained with red nail varnish and lipstick.

THE MAN ON THE LEDGE

A 'planned accident' poem inspired by William Burroughs' cut-up's linked around the theme of watching your life pass in front of your eyes before you step out into clear air.
Cherry

Literati and other things

Ever thought there should be a word for 'em?

Inverness Caledonian Thistle

Old Pesky was asking for football-related poems. Here's one for him.

Charlie

No cares not afraid of the cops doesn’t really break the law just bends it

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