Cherry

Daffodil Dawn

So many rooms we've slept in... The one in Pont Saint Pierre with a bath, bidet, but no loo;

Anna Marie

The man sat beside The gravestone and cried Today she’d be twenty three His baby girl Anna Marie Ten years today God ripped her life away And the man is still in misery

Chapter Seven

I brought him into my room and grabbed the first aid pack and the phone. I guess it was time to call that number.

The Living Outdoors

rain sprinkling, a continuous pounce

A secret place please

Sometimes it's all just so overwhelming that I wish, for a moment, I could find a secret place away from life...

NOT EVERYONE KILLS

IM; GONNA KILL YOU HE SHOUTED DOWN THE AVENE OF HATE BIG WORDS FROM A SMALL MAN SHOUTING TALL YOU;RE A DEAD MAN CAME THE BITTER RESPONSE WORDS FLYING WITH THE BREEZE

Memories are made of these

There on the crossing was a blind man with a stick...

thinking to death

spun himself about, he did when she said what he wanted to hear & then what came next was the torturous conclusion of a series of steps ranging within the mind

the wrong foot

a.“so what do you do?” b. “you mean, what do i do in a day? how do i live? what i do for fun? what makes me happy? something like that?”

brief note to joey ratzinger

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