Cherry

Death and the Dog

Snonsense

I hear there is snow in old Blighty, A calamity, Oh gawd almighty! What will the Brits do When their noses turn blue As the Goddess of love Aphrodite She was born of the sea, don’t you know
Cherry

Outside the Lines

The brief story of Flloyd's army career.

The Good News of Spring

On bright yellow, telephone like daffodils the spring is ringing; yelling hello and from swallow filled tree hollows, Spring is singing. April petals open like the envelopes of scented letters
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My Bread And Wine

Breath is my bread; breast of the Earth; thread that binds me to you from birth; air I share with each beast and bird; lungs swelling with language and song.
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A British Spy 3

"Blink once if you know someone is a spy," Francis asserted. "Yes," Gabriel answered. "Where are we?" asked Gabriel. "Montana." "When was I flown to Montana?" "While you were sleeping."

Glen Campbell: The Rhinestone Cowboy; An Evening with Glen Campbell, BBC 4.

Glen Campbell is the Doris Day of Country and Western, or indeed American Music. He’s the ‘Rhinestone Cowboy’ who came from a humble background, musically a child prodigy that could make a guitar and most other instruments sing and his voice was good too. He’d the hunky wholesome good looks that spoke of apple pie and living the good life for Jesus. Sure he got lucky. It’s not enough to be talented. Even Doris Day before she was a virgin got...

a snowy Saturday in January and i wish you were here

a snowy Saturday in January and i wish you were here a dense, grey gruel of cadaverous air, slanders the chimney pots. birds hang on branches like tears clinging to an eyelash.

bran tub

bran tub i am sat beside a large tub. it is filled with light brown soil, supporting a shrub that is unknown to me. perhaps it has origins in Japan. it reminds me of a bran tub

flapjack pigeons

flapjack pigeons a thin, grey lunch break inside a great, glass greenhouse: my numb fingers, break a Bakewell tart flavoured flapjack, into beak-sized bites,

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