The Ceroc Years - Number Nine

Apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)

Sparrows

Along the rooftops congregate the tiny community, boisterous and noisy, brown-capped busy-bodies passing on news of the new day, meeting with mates, proclaiming

Rebooting

In the caffeine-screened trance of three thirty am the airport population wait or sleep, slouched half-dead in seats, across the floor with their bags for pillows,
Cherry

Unison

Who invented this? This meshing of flesh, this tangling of tongues, waking and embracing setting flame to skin, dancing vitriolic on torsos, a strange war dance all of our own.

Monday Socks

A tale of an unmatched sock... :-(

She moves through the fair

You know I was never sure if Sis planned it all; I asked her few times but she’d never give me a straight answer. Okay, so you’re wondering what I’m babbling on about?
Cherry

Chapter 2C

There isn't a great deal that I can actually tell DC Green about Richard...
Cherry

Chapter 2B

The dreams are back again as they have been virtually every night, but with a new and rather scary clarity...
Cherry

Chapter 2A

I wake up around lunchtime with my head pounding like a pneumatic hammer... then it suddenly comes back to me that Richard's dead.

Thoughts on a Summer Evening

A Summer soliloquy

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