Chernobyl disaster

Elbows bend smoothly, Calves clench boldly, As the smooth satin meets her cheek the round curves of her body are equally matched. The scent of sweet fuchsia tingles on her breast,

Three words easy and simple but could change everything. They're tingling, Prickling on the brow of her lip. She tells it with her eyes every day over and over, But to her lips;

Drip... Drip... Patter on the ground. There's a hole in the seams of your quilt. A fountain from the sky Passing by, you weep. We don't always notice you but we're sorry when you're sad.

We share a cigarette, moving closer; inch by inch, drag by drag. Until his arm is around my waist, and he kisses me...

Summer? What summer?

To the children of the Cyber-age, and their internet

Our friend V. from next door was very aware of his masculinity even from the word go. At cricket practice after school when dropping the ball the teacher shouted at him: “Jou Koei!” (You Cow!).