Cherry

Lying in the Grass

Going out to dinner On the other side Of town At some fancy Crowded restaurant Drinking bitter Overpriced wine Never really Interested me
Gold cherry

Work Makes Man...

Work for me started in a shiny forecourt where a hundred men’s aspirations were crafted into a new BMW 7 Series.

I'm Not A Poet

The news is full of it. A poem has burst right out of a man’s stomach and several passersby have been struck. This is the tenth time in as many days and the panic is setting in.
Cherry

'Goodbye' She Wrote

“The moving finger writes and having writ moves on..." Omar Khayyam

new apple

I went to New Yowk.

the artist walks alone

a life of ravaged relationships and forgotten names once held dear, a life of conflict and a life of fear... forging a small new world against the grain, always against the grain

The Midnight Baker

I was once nicknamed The Midnight Baker for obvious reasons. An unpredictable, sticky urge to beat and whip and craft and blast in heat which occurred only in the mild oven

Kipling's Anonymous (2008)

Cough. Hello, everybody. My name is Paddy and I have a problem. It all started around two months ago, I suppose there’s this co-op, right right next to our house

Bastille Day in Brookwood

The ukulele in his right hand was rebellion enough for one Bastille Day, he decided. The Revolution didn’t happen overnight, as he kept reminding his ten-year-old son.

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