Cherry

"the jewelled doorway"

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Cherry

It Was An Average Week

My whole city sent me branches when, on Monday I thought I was missing out on the Poplars dangling their new earrings. No one crossed the yellow line on Tuesday when I was late by minutes

Walking through the Snow

Footfalls stepping In the snow ‘Cross a white field Moon light glow Leave my mark there Virgin snow Silent wonder Years ago Special feeling Winter show Softly soaking Crunchy flow

Freeride

WIP: a freewrite mutated

nothing there

Nothing here nothing there No more the air of you around Nothing fits as it should Nothing rhythm in my life So long ago just feel like six months you know No more pain or heartache

Time and Space

She drunk too many times at The Devil’s Disciple, her music And fire extinguished. So desperate to be a star But could only be herself So settled in the sky, never dying, Never changing
Cherry

Notes From the Archbishop

They would not allow these eyes to see her burn My youth demanding reticence and tact But from my bedroom window there did turn The scent of lavender to choking ash

Grimm

It’s not far from the bottom Of your garden but still I will not visit until You tidy up a bit Of space. Once, I was out There in the summer, The leaves all burnt A path towards which

Short Biography of Rex Tarzan Richards

A true story of a remarkable life! Quiet Gentle Giant! Unsung Hero! Lust for Life! Welsh and Proud!

Urbanagrarian

We still live by the seasons; the knitwear came early this year.

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