Left For Dead

In war time just who do we call the enemy . Sometimes we need to decide this for ourselves .
Cherry

A One Night Stand-Up

After hours in Manhattan.

A Smile on Waking

Fear taps on my eyelids Asking me to open them To a world of darkness But I refuse “Go away” say I “Attack another Who having more Needs the bringing down” A tutting ensues
Cherry

Cracks

I am a one woman drum: Not in a 'Let's get back To the rhythm Of our wombs' sense God, no - I mean, I crack. The gun-fire Of my spinal chord Has sent grown men cringing.

Debian Orphanage - Chapter 3

Sinclair lay down a fresh sheet of Ascribable oak on the black lab table, and an ancient ink release mechanism played out parts between his fingertips.

From Day One: T Capote Spies T Williams

...a good stiff drink'll surely cure that...

Teacup

This was written during an excercise for my writing course about an inanimate object, it made me really think about the impression we all leave on the simplest things.

The Twilight of an Actor

More Memoirs of Carl Halling
Cherry

Chapter 1(ish)

A first bash - sort of first chapter to something... birds, blueberries and someone in a bad way.

weep weep

Weep weep as you go to sleep The heart ach will never go away Thinking about the day When you went on your way Lost lost.. That all I seem to feel This sometimes feels so unreal

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