Three is the number

Ah, a mildly aggravated poet rants on behalf of ABCTales!
Cherry

Changes

What I did instead of nanowrimo.

No Other Guilt

No Other Guilt (11th November 2008, 2.16pm) Storm water swirls around my conscience; I bleed leaves, plastic bags, flotsam, jetsam: lessons; I’m beached here, stranded,

In The Trenches

A thumbnail scene of what Hell it must have been all those years ago.

Life, Not So Freely Chosen

One from my archives A dark poem in the form of a Tersa Rima,

The Angel Of Mons - Chapters 1 and 2

This effort is dedicated to all of those to whome we owe so much - lest we forget.

Don't Label Me

Hmmm... grumpy today? No, yesterday.

Dear Me: Some 4-D Advice

Well? What would you say to the person least likely to take your advice, if you could?

The [whether] Girl

You did it now. Her skin, eyes and mouth included, have frozen over as the supposed puddles you don't believe in have turned into black ice.
Cherry

When I'm Drunk

Poem about how when I'm drunk things don't always go according to plan.

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