Bird Lady

The old lady wears tube socks, That stick out from scuffed black boots
Cherry

Baby

I smile like suicide just isn’t an option and when the baby, finally, uncertainly, gives in and smiles back, I am disappointed with it afresh.

Our Tears

To us, they are the innocent drops of pure sentiment, Early or late spills, like seasons, move us, A handkerchief or tissue dabs at the losses, Raw pain surfaces,
Cherry

If I were a girl...

Inspired by, of all things, Beyonce and that rubbish film I paid good money to see last week...

Photo Booth

Background: "Out of the Picture" by Gristo inspired me to write this poem. Thank you Gristo. Put on a subtle grin, Have the instinct to pose perfect, One to four second clinks,

An Unlikely Hero - Issue 0

My name’s Todd Marshall, I’m thirteen years old and I’m the last thing you’d think of when it comes to superheroes.
Cherry

dddk 8 - the man with the gold plated arm

little dave offers a little insight and the prof puffs
Cherry

Blowing Bubbles

childhood fun

A Sliver of Silver

just a little imagination...

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