Rural and Urban Night

Darkest black of winter night, far away from man-made-light scattered dusty stain like milk, glittering jewels on black silk like a giant dot-to-dot – join them up somehow to plot

The search for Merlin Homes 3/15

While Morwenna struggled to pull back the rusty bolt securing the door, Jennifer Jane walked back a few feet and picked up her scooter from where she’d left it the first time she’d gone into Morwe

Coating Chapter Two

Chapter Two Charlie Jennings

past victories

A poem born out of every writer's frustration.

Sonnet - poem 5 (abroad, at sea)

The lake that was once a pond to us is Opening the sweet flowers of its earth Mirror ripples reflect one face as us And rivulets to my core fire their growth

Please, Sir - poem 4 (abroad, at sea)

I know she'll forgive all those guilty sins and the ridges of my fingertips leaving long prints on soft skin.
Cherry

Now that you're gone, I can't quite remember which one you were - poem 3 (abroad, at sea)

I discipline the blood across my face and look for the one who makes me the one I want to be.

Written in Fear

A creative mind lost in fear.

the empty

“I trust no one, not even myself.” -Joseph Stalin

the protected

having never really set foot outside the bubble, the knowledge of the inside is of course extreme--- the ability to answer any question dealing with the sensibilities of

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