Vitreous Ill-Humour

You laughed at me so hard, It made you cough and splutter; Tears poured from your eyes As you pounded your sides and choked. I woke in the night crying and wondering

Can You Choose To Believe?

What do you do when you are tired? Tired of the hurt and the tears? What do you do when you can’t see? Can’t see the sun shine through your window?
Cherry

The Gambler

He lets women spin through his mind. Blurred at first, the reel slows – a cherry, a seven, then stops at Maria from the library.

Ritual

Are these the hands that shaped these times from soil, and took each precious stone down to the sea to wash it, bring it back, arrange like shapes that will become significant and pure?
Cherry

Always read the Label Chapter 24 Forever Changing

At first I thought it was a raid, then realised the police might not bother to knock. The thought dawned on me if it wasn't the police, it could only be someone even worse.

Of Bad Bone and Picture Book: Darwin 1999

Regretful, sad, heavy. A big stone in a pocket, that I want to throw in a river. But cannot, because its something more than memory. It was a black man in the white sun. Who was,

Monroelogue.

Wrote this 3rd year at Uni...inspired to post it having found it tonight - after the abctales Brighton event where Tara Hanks read extracts from 'The Mmm Girl'... odd.

From the Haert

When I became sentient and found that I was created from lust and wifely duty, and my conception was a mistake, I felt cold. When I discovered my life had once hung by a thread

Dying Alone

I have nothing in my life Would anybody notice if I died? Would I make noise if I fell to the floor Since there is nobody around to hear it? When will I die? And how? Will I die alone?
Cherry

A Midsummer Night's Frolic

Frolics and capers.

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