Cherry

cortege

cortege like an eel, the cars crawl in a line over the curling russet cushioned carpet. shiny black metal polished with late afternoon sun, a solemn, sluggish pace set

ink black

ink black an ebony lacking in all possible reflection; limpid, mildewed blackness crushing forward, through a glassy introspection, solid, insurmountable

Brand New Haikus

Just my newest set of haikus.

Reborn

The golden echoes of the rising sun erupts though the stain glass pane; eclipsing my now new exhumed form. so, from where cold cruel death had left its ever always ice blown kiss;

Butterfly eyes (sonnet)

its the best I can do.

First Day at The Grammar!

Black Shoes/Prawn Sandwich competition entry.

The List

My brother has always had perfect handwriting. When I was twelve hours old he showed my sister a list he’d compiled.

Going Mobile!

Updates on current writing schedule and an important "proposition". :)

Rolling Logs

A writer's relationship with his reader.

Whiteness

------------------------------------------------- Naught's had, all's spent Where our desire is got without content. 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy

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