My First

IPOW
Cherry

What I Remember

Inspiration Point

new york, new york

a poem about a person

Anything to Forget

I wander into my father's tool shed. My fingers twitch for a hammer To smash at my temples so that the memories May drip from my ear that witnessed His whispers, his promises.
Cherry

This Prison

I wake to a blue and yellow pastel dawn Chalked with white clouds And I know I dreamt about you again.
Cherry

Distances in distances

I had boring dreams the night before we met. Seagulls were stunt kites shaped like seagulls. Meanwhile, outside the dream: the roof coughed up slate, a mad gate did its nut, unhinged.
Story of the week

Or How I Learnt To Stop Worrying And Love An Owl

A heroic odyssey of one small owl's fight against bulbous adversity. Will good triumph over obesity? Will maritime law be observed? Will anyone even get this far into the teaser?
Cherry

Faith

Everyone, most of all Jim, knew he had no ‘Faith'. He shook his head, annoyed. No whispered prayer would bring this girl back to life.

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