Banana split knees

On Windmill Hills, just behind the Borough Arms pub and at the entrance to the village there used to be a small park.
Cherry

Old McIvor

Blue slippers lie beside the bed Of old McIvor, long since dead. A briar pipe with twisted stem Stands in a rack with more of them. A silent clock, a bible red, Lie on his locker by the bed,

Diptera

"I'm an insect who dreamt he was a man and loved it,but now the dream is over and the insect is awake."-Jeff Goldblum,The Fly

THE STRIPPER

Across the south, in private clubs In downbeat dives, in rundown pubs, The stripper plys her nightly trade Undressing for lechers who cannot get laid. With thrusting breasts and grinding hips

TERROR 2

In a churchyard down a darkened lane A voice cries out in fear and pain. A body falls by an empty crypt A life from which the life's been ripped. A shadow flits through the churchyard gate,

TERROR

A graven face With terror stark, A mind beseiged By nightmares dark. A quailing heart By fear consumed, A haunted man Despairing, doomed. A dread that stalks him Drawing nigh,
Cherry

The Bard in Brief

IP 21/11/09 About half of them anyway.

Untitled Poem

And we could talk and grow And grow into a moment But still we sounded still, I thrust a hand into your pants And wondered what you felt And what it meant, So serious,
Cherry

Dirty Pint

A critical and celebratory tale of a forgotten generation.
Cherry

The Stretch

A story about the male gaze you never asked for.

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