TERROR

A graven face With terror stark, A mind beseiged By nightmares dark. A quailing heart By fear consumed, A haunted man Despairing, doomed. A dread that stalks him Drawing nigh,
Cherry

The Bard in Brief

IP 21/11/09 About half of them anyway.

Untitled Poem

And we could talk and grow And grow into a moment But still we sounded still, I thrust a hand into your pants And wondered what you felt And what it meant, So serious,
Cherry

Dirty Pint

A critical and celebratory tale of a forgotten generation.
Cherry

The Stretch

A story about the male gaze you never asked for.

Bound

A tale about trying to get 'that girl' out of your head.
Cherry

Abaddon - Chapter 6

Penny Simpson’s notes, May 16, 2010
Cherry

Abaddon - Chapter 5

Penny Simpson’s notes, May 15, 2010
Cherry

Abaddon - Chapter 4

Penny Simpson’s notes, May 14, 2010

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