Rest in Dewy Bliss and Sacred Blunder

Rest in dewy bliss and Sacred blunder, Couched upon a velvet box of tinder, Unaware of Love's cage torn assunder. In sensual smoke we writhe, and kiss, and heal.
Cherry

My kingdom for a Dimplex

"and how everything I’d loved to date that was rock, and brass and stained glass and wrought iron – and even vaguely Victorian – was a lie"

Sky Around Me

scrabble is a game and I am the dice tossed about
Cherry

Me Down

no words of sorrow hidden from turmoil’s scruff

ANOTHER EUROPEAN SUMMIT!!

Make your mind up time?

Knowingly

The owl, with moth-dust wings, Flew on the snowy air, Past silky trees And over sleeping fields Where Saxon gold lay buried Like a prayer. His wings as wide as time, He stilled the night;
Cherry

Scrap 85

Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's

The dreadful days gone by

The glory of war still remains unseen…

On the wings of an eagel

On my rightful throne he sat, A festering, foul and dirty rat. I flee, with friends and honour intact, Out to fulfil an age old pact.
Cherry

The Blood Tree

The Blood Tree

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