Cherry

Where Were You When...

this is more or less where I was... although it was two different ones.
Cherry

'Do you suffer from depression?'

‘Do you suffer from depression?’ she asked. ‘Well..,’ I began, but there was more.

'No, Daddy.'

Finally, I could see her.

The horseman - part 7

The ghosts of the prairies and a man who can no longer die. The latest stage in a slightly bizarre journey - but feel free to join at any point you want.

All Things Have an End

All things they must end the road around the bend the light the candle lends the letters that we send the life of the fleetest sparrow the reign of the greatest king

THE DAY THE INTERNET DIED

A ruthless virus, dressed as a security guard, got it in an art gallery(busy stirring a cup of coffee) with a tommy gun blew it to hell (hotmail and Facebook and Brittanica all at once,

An Ode to Nihilism

It's not that life has no meaning or that all society and philosophy's hollow I know well enough that's not true But I have a hunger to speak of the deepest things,

"sonnet47"

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A POEM FOR PETER HAYES COYOTE

It was good to see you, man not like cool great good more like real, soulful good Well, I feel like hell: I'm sure you do too sometimes Looks like we put our perfectly good quarter
Cherry

After Party

There's a party... after the party? A pointless embellishment upon another Invite Screams Nonsense After... party? What an odd phrase I hear myself say, deep in the confines of

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