Cherry

The Black Dog's Waiting

The black dog is waiting, Waiting outside my door To lead me down dark Corridors of my mind, Past stations in the wall; Rope, razor, pill and gun. Black velvet shrouds drape…
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Carboot

I wince as old women rummage through boxes of my underwear, much of it looking grey and tatty in the open air, in the light of day.
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Midsummer's Eve

(Edit) A man pours himself a beer...

The Adventurous Faerie

A story to celebrate International Fairy Day. 24th June.

The Salamander Man

When I was little I had a pair of pet salamanders and we would go out every night and catch crickets to feed them.

My Pal Johnny

poem of loss inspired by a newspaper headline.

If I Could Tell You Anything

love note to my wife of 17 years

Adelaide

A story has too start somewhere. Most stories start at home or somewhere special too the story. Most stories start with introducing the plot or the characters.

when the heat breaks

& the thunder echoes through the night sky bringing with it tantrums of twisting rain droplets panging to & fro from one side of the roofs & blacktop, to the old metal rowboats laying

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