Cherry

Last Slice

It must be depressing being the last piece of bread in a sliced loaf. I imagine it’s almost as bad as being the first tiny slice . . .

Mobilization for stabilization of HIV

Common, there are many other ways to prevent AIDS

Wrong Headed

“What do they know? All they are interested in is a sensational story to sell their papers”

Pattern of My Life

Another written for a challenge pattern, the Prompt word. I had written it in a pattern but couldn't format it here.
Cherry

All Done With Mirrors

I.P. 21/ll/08 Colin’s late again, for the third time this week.

The Angel of Mons - Chapter nine

Ten

An Ode to a Cigar

By the glow of a blue moon suck at this Macanudo as I shoot the winter wind with a genial, inspiring buddy whose bizzare depths I far from know Get too dizzy as I very rarely smoke,

Who Tends The Fire

Look to the sky Eagles fly (and die) Brown mountains shelter the young with painted stories Within the strong caves of civilization While we live and get higher As we stroll by the sky

Third From The Sun

Strange voices Painted faces Wandering, Finding Unseen places All people Different kind Doors ajar Opened minds Magic Black Music red Something I lack Inside my head Who are we?

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