Last Year (April 2)

Cherry

Day 03 - Светлана Феофанова

More a reworking of a short story today.

Under the Oak

prose...poem...phew

Alcoholic

It's a tough title to accept to let the world know that many of your seeming highs were bereft of golden balance, to confess to yourself that your many alibis are a pack of rotten lies

Gifts

Usually given with great thought, Often accepted with none at all. Signs of friendship, love, respect; They are not to be taken lightly. Two gifts that look the same,

Compensated

In times of trial and tribulation, The human mind gets numb. And when in pure anticipation, You’re left to twiddle thumbs. If you have a fervent fear, You may seem agitated.

The Crypt Spirit

...commonly found in New Orleans...
Cherry

Look left, look right, run like bloody hell (for Fred)

The greencross code as a child, as taught by my Grandad
Cherry

Details Disappear.

1952 - 2003

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