The Bravery Of My Father

We thought we were right and they thought they were right , my Father walked the thin line in between .
Cherry

Waiting for a Kiss (competition entry)

This is my first contribution to ABC tales and (I hope I've done it right) an entry into the Growing Up competition. SOME MAY FIND THIS DISTURBING
Cherry

Cold meat For Dinner

Tiny paws upon my hands. Weave patterns on the backs. My palms against my stomach Where the skin is cold and slack. My buttocks on unyielding pine My pulse is long since gone.
Cherry

Cold in Summer

I am cold in summer this room gets little sun

Oleanders

An Anzala Fahsha Mystery
Cherry

Love Letter to No-one

Love Letter to No-one (17th June 2008, 12.04pm) I do not yet know the course of our love, but I know it won’t be smooth; we shall spend caterpillar hours wriggling on duvets, that
Cherry

Cigarette Girl

Cigarette Girl (17th June 2008, 11.06am) I can see your naked hand on the surface of the table, tapping a silent rhythm as we talk about nothing in particular; my eyes catch on your

Last Man...

a tyrant's reply...:-)
Cherry

At Least You Passed

I see you with your Kodak The waterfall's mist Just over your head...
Cherry

LOWERCASE HAS NO PLACE

DON’T KEEP WRITING IN CAPITALS; THAT IS WHAT I AM TOLD, FOR IT LOOKS LIKE I AM SHOUTING, OR BEING FAR TOO BOLD.

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