Cherry

Pincushion

I am no longer shocked by blood. Scissors scratch what shouldn’t be touched. (How much metal can I insert under my skin?) I lack the surgeon’s skill of precision,
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Mother's Ruin

Salty air pelts his face with coarse winds, Each granule bitter in its velocity; tiny teeth and claws Riding on the sea air. Feathers must offer protection
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Clocks, Queues, Returns

What a waste of a lunch hour. I spent nearly all of it stuck inside a clock shop. For a place that sells time, they sure do steal a lot of it. Someone should look into their operation.
Cherry

Darkest Yorkshire Chapter Two

The Moors looked despondent and menacing, banks of darkness encompassing the town like a malevolent archangel.

How to Have Money in Your Life

Plus, enormous wealth enables you to ruin your kids' lives. Need I drop a few names?

Wolven Memories

"My name is Marcus, and I assure you that you shall find me to be a man just as charming and mysterious as that dainty little combination of letters suggests." A short story of werewolves.

No Matter...

...who you vote for, the government always gets in. This poem is dedicated to the late Viv Stanshall and, of course, to the Bonzo Dog Doodah Band.

The truth of it

The monumental blue clouds sit heavy on our horizon, but I am trying to tell a story of the inside, here, though there’s something to be said for the looming.
Story of the week

Sadness, Bakeries, Heartbreak

When Rosemary left Javier he became filled with despair, the kind of despair which quickly turns to the most intense dull sadness.

Toll

While you live, shine. Don't suffer anything at all. Life exists only a short while. And time demands its toll.

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