Cherry

The Spider

What I hated about mezze was a spider that spread his picnic-blanket net, sat like a roman in the centre as dishes flung themselves around his plate. That spider never doubted,

Sitges, Sitges, Sitges

So said the barwoman of the hotel terrace bar. We we looking down on the church, at a green laser light playing on the ground. It was nothing really, like something a kid would have.
Cherry

All Is Quiet, Tonight

A peaceful interlude.

Intrude.

A journey in the mind through an ex-boyfriends house, remembering a coming-of-age relationship.
Cherry

Met

I should’ve been asleep, but sat upright clasping a cup of cold coffee to my chest and listening out for everyone who hadn’t met yet… Remember the Brandywell Lane bus stop

Her Intake

Hit

A poem written after loosing a friend from a tragic accident. RIP Natalie, Sept 2008

a Highschool tale

The 4th floor staircase, how could I forget? Like the colour on a butterflies wings, it's significance is ever present. We would Meet there every time the first bell rung
Cherry

Brown Shoes on Sunday

conflict...

The Helicopter

A tale for the kids

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