The hour twenty two hundred

The hour twenty two hundred a seemingly meanless hour, about time for the news but not late enough for the weird adverts. I dread the hour twenty two hundred, when the clock ticks over
Gold cherry

prelude

dancing around the same space...
Cherry

"Just call me Ruth" - biography of a modern politician

Biography of a friend, a dedicated politician and daughter of refugees. "Just call me Ruth" is an appreciation of a woman to be admired.
Cherry

THE ARCHIVIST

When a crime is committed, what happens to the evidence that got away, the evidence the perpetrator has succesfully hidden away?

Shopping Trolleys

Those days are long gone now when the mighty herds of shopping trolleys would sweep majestically across the wipe open plains of the unspoilt car parks of this land.
Cherry

Glastonbury - There Are No Proper Shops

It would not be misplaced to have the town’s border sign stating: ‘Abandon hope some of ye who enter here’ -
Cherry

A story left untold.

They all tell me I look like her, just like her they say. She was a stunner in the day, so they tell me. She had the finest hair, the prettiest eyes, and the softest lips.
Cherry

Tables and Chairs

with reference to real events

Alone In A Dream

She’s beautiful in a lonely blue Walking rivers of reflected boats Thoughts are rippling back to you In amongst the falling notes. Catching the scattered emotions,

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