The Day the Poetry Stopped

At fourteen you made me Believe in true love. A chance meeting, Bodies brush like the tide.

Alexion

What does the ghost think of that? An escape is always possible.

The Condemned

And you were the north - everything pointed to you. All my heart had to do was follow the signs.
Cherry

Susan makes me think of something

There was enough room for a sparrow to perch in the waiter’s earlobe. A sparrow, its ears burning, flew in through the back door, bounced on the windows, and then left.

A Parent's Lament

I know you'll never forgive me.
Cherry

My First Kiss

Inspiration point 29.08.08

Return of the Sausage Roll Kid: Excerpt

The odd things that flutter into the wild and dyslexic mind of Jamie Spence in the intense seconds before he wakes. They always cause terror, sometimes genuine wonderment.
Cherry

THE PIE SHOP Chapter Seven Maurie's Story

A stern lesson!

I'm the head of a matchstick, I'm a number seven, I'm a...

This week I’m just making shapes. I’m the head of a matchstick, I’m a number seven, I’m a box of Cuban cigars on an ageing dictator’s desk.

Your love is like a pinnacle

Your love is like a pinnacle No man could ever climb But your heart belongs with mine Flowing deeper all the time; Deeper than the rivers Running home to the sea Deeper than an apple core

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