As the crow flies

Throbbing in my skull the blood stains the pavement, ribs like spears in my lungs, heart stopped about 5 minutes after my spine snapped, knees splits arms shattered muscles ripped,
Cherry

Summerwine

(at the Alhambra Bar and Grill)

Moan, Moan, Moan!

Moan, moan, moan! It’s the same story every day... She comes home from work, throwing her weight around. So what if the litter tray is full? So what if the water bowl has run dry?
Story of the week

The Deepest Cut

The long grass whipped her sun-browned calves as she fled out of the orchard, through the meadow, across the brook, over the railway embankment and into the dark green grounds of home.
Cherry

Thrift

In retrospect, the sweater was a poor choice.
Cherry

On the Bright Thread of Time

On the bright thread of time I am nobody’s child On the bright thread of time I am not your mother But some kind of kindred spirit With the power of a larger body
Poem of the week

Artichokes

In the morning she woke, body a sun-baked stone only her lips alive. Light streamed through the window touching her body, dissolving its’ white dust to gold
Cherry

Take the next road on your left (1)

“Take the next road on your left and follow it for three hundred yards” she said.

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