Cherry

Winter of Discontent

How I covet the stucco fronted lives; soft lighting, desirable postcode of those who had chances and better parents. The acerbic brew spilled from my cups filled pages with resentments.

reality.

please comment. this is just a sort of the beginning, an introduction, to a story i've been thinking about.

The Affinity VI

If you missed the earlier episodes of The Affinity, the story starts here: http://www.abctales.com/story/ian-hobson/affinity

Syntax and representation of icons

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I Am

tells of the stark contrast in life

2008: This Year....

This year is drawing to a close A new one waits to rise And so I look back on this year With quiet reflective eyes It started for me long ago More than a year it seems

A lovers rambling....

Sometimes I can’t believe it I have to pinch myself To think that you were there for me to pluck you off the shelf That someone hadn’t grabbed you And kept you for their own

The Visitation

My first horror poem..

Infancy

Sweet baby face with angelic grace Spotless soul shinning through big baby eyes Tender bones, gentle hush, skin so fair Baby fragrance dwells in lush hair Mother sings her wondrous lullaby

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