Womack and Womack!

He was so confident!
Cherry

Tomorrows

End of the affair!

Ghillie Part 2: The Bird Is The Word

“Here owly owly owly.” he whispered under his breath, creeping forward to the pathetic clump of trees that the National Trust seemed to think qualified as a ‘forest’.
Cherry

The Art of Letting Go

How could I have known?
Cherry

Lefty Loosy. Righty Tighty

It was a tap that tipped him over the edge.

My Twin and I

A poem about me and my sister :)
Cherry

Gone Fishing

“I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be a fish...nothing else to do except watch us, watching them."

For the Children

for sorrow to retreat from their family test

Second Hand Music

and the pain now bearable as numbness is soothing

A Slice of Night

Later, I looked beyond his shuffle on the way to the can

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