An inspiration

Standing. Standing still. The wind in my face. A chill down my spine. Watching. Waiting. Waiting for that moment. The sun going down. A beautiful sky.
Cherry

a poem for the torn cat's asking

Church-jackals, church-mice, pious pillars, choir-urchins, and other sundry minions all all still chafing at the chapel (as if caught in some medieval time warp;)

I'm not a horse!

People think that I'm a horse because of my ugly horse face. When I go to the track, everybody thinks that I'm there to race. I look so much like a horse that people put a feed bag on my head.

The Long Bustard Narrow Gauge Railway, Part2.

Continued... Chapter Four. Up the River Without a Paddle.

Dwellers of the New World Chapter Ten ( Pt 2 ) Unexpected Callers

The two shadowy figures slid down the wall to a sitting position just below the window.

Stars (again...)

The trophies of past glories Evidence of the biggest break in of all Something impossible coming into focus Order in the court of night A bright alphabet of light
Cherry

Perfect Pandemonium

Just for you, here's a love song.

pig pens

Pig pens There is no justice in England’s “fair” and “just” land, When history’s written by the cold and the damned; When the yes men are placed in positions of power,

Pigeons

'Pigeons', written 18 June 2013

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