Nothing's a moving

emotions behind everyday objects in still life
Cherry

Extraordinary Expedition

It was like a lingering pandemic There was no escape from its presence We stretched our legs, muscles paralyzed in slumber Clutching to the hopes we were sleeping giants Underneath it all
Poem of the week

Being Five

Being Five When I was five I had no idea That I would be able to remember Being five Anyone over 12 was a giant Mostly friendly ones Anyone as old as my mother

The Matinee Performance

I Cannot go on with this show, nor another act or scene, i will ot settle for another role, i cannot forgive what i have seen.
Cherry

The Coming of Age. May Part 2.

10th May. Val rings up to see how the holiday went. I acquaint her with its highs and lows.

PTSD

Tap, tap, tap, on the back of my hands. I’m jumpy as a box of frogs as the images start. This is my third session but I don’t know if it’s helping yet.
Cherry

Interview with the Writer

Interviewer: How did you get into writing?

On waking

A perfect fit, your body and mine.
Cherry

Am I still a Virgin

Am I still a Virgin It was a fairground attraction We met that summer evening in June I was 15 you were a year older And much bolder Amongst the noise of the waltzers

Stories From A Foul Mouthed Dwarf

Lots of swearing in this, so... If you're easily offended, DO NOT READ IT!

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