Our bed no longer creaks

our love is wrinkled cotton
Cherry

My Mysterious Uncle

By the time he was eight years old, Danny had reluctantly concluded that his Uncle Trevor was probably not a vampire.

ABCtales London Evening reminder and other stuff

Hi ABCtalers,

Just a quick reminder that we will be upstairs at The Wheatsheaf, 25, Rathbone Place, London W1T 1DG on Wednesday September 21st starting at 7 p.m. That's tomorrow!

It will be our usual mix of wonderful readings of poetry and prose from ABCtales members. Now booked are: Jennifer, the Wilky Bar Kid, Lavadis, Maggy van Eijk, David Floyd (aka bukharinwasmyfavouritecommunist), Beeme, Simon Barget, Paddy Johnston and Graham Clifford.

Entry is £5, £2 concessions with all profits going to The Railway Children charity.

Blood Money (Chapters twenty seven and twenty eight.)

Continued.

Looking in the Mirror

I see sagging eyelids And draggy cheeks needing Some toning up

Blood Money (chapters twenty five and twenty six.)

Continued.

violinless

can’t play a violin for ya honey if ya never help yourself, we been waiting on your reconsiderations we been waiting on the shelf--- we been watching from a distance

le givre

and when morning comes you’ll be more aware than before.

gray materia

“All in all is all we are.” -lyric from the Nirvana song, “All Apologies,” from the album “In Utero”

What do you mean, you don't know how?

I sit there humiliated, my masculinity in tatters and my cool factor reduced to zero.

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