AH! THE FRENCH!

The Paris Cemeteries

"angel"

a variation of haiku

A Feathery Whisp

People speak of the tiny little fingers...

Cuddles pt2: Holding in the Wee

Don’t move! She is sleeping, She is peaceful for half an hour.

Kira.

I could never have known that my last story would be a fore-runner to what would happen so soon after. The poem is my grieving. I needed to let it all out.
Cherry

Wrecked

And the vision did happen...

Festival Daze (Part 1)

Having fun at a music festival...

Day Night

The post woman unzips the drive, letterbox peaks open, then shuts sharply, eyelids heavy, lashes interlocked like a Venus flytrap. She puts handwritten letters on top,
Cherry

Philistines

I AM getting old....

Compensate

Leave earlier than you could ever anticipate. Leave enough time for the train to change its mind, switch direction, think: not London - Leeds, haven’t been there in a while.

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