Cherry

The Man with the Fish Tattoo

She knew all she meant to him was ‘his bit on the side’...

Imagination

The sway of the train and the dull rhythm was monotonous. I glanced out past the dosing tramp and glimpsed rooftops, back yards, industrial yards, slipping past. I slept and woke in another land.
Cherry

Future Fruit

There are blossoms and blossoms Some gaudy about Shiaperelli pink and bright yellow bustiers hiking up skirts for bees waving stamens all fishnets and 6 inch heels take my pollen

Bat Squeak

It is a grey day but still day the tree by the garage is trying to march like an Ent not quite Dunsinane just an Ent branches in wide Semaphore eyes open to the milky sky bats squeak
Poem of the week

THE EXTREMELY ABRIDGED HISTORY, PRESENT & FUTURE OF PAUL ASKEW, IN FIVE DREAM SCENES.

Yeah.

Along the Path

as my path opens up empires of mankind trace their imprints upon my deliberations

Morning has Broken

First light mist clears - a blanket of green bathed in morning dew beneath my feet...

Now Blossoms the Magnolia (I.P.)

I wish you could see it...

Springing Back to Life — nature (IP)

a patchwork collage through spring, from verse already posted

Springing Back To Life, so (IP)

for what? (not about the countryside)

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