Ghost

“My name is Trevor Collins, and for as long as I can remember, I could see and talk to ghosts.”
Cherry

Turd in a white wine sauce

After ten years on loan to the National Gallery, Damien Hirst sold his ‘Turd in a white wine sauce’ to a private collector for an undisclosed fee.

The Holy Lance Chapter 3 Cont.

It's that corpse again
Cherry

I Allow It

Everything that happens in my life, I allow. When I wake up and go on the internet, knowing it will dissolve my will to write, I allow it. When I latch onto futile resentment
Cherry

A Bit of a Domestic 2

Danny and Johnboy arrive at Sammy's flat. Warning: Contains very strong language and some sweary words.

St Francis Day

Another of my poems which was published in Earthlove magazine that I would like to share with ABCtalers

The Ghosts Of Flanders Field

And we find ourselves in Flanders field again, trapped by those bloody poppies, row on row. We say “Christ! Sweet dove, do not leave. For it is with you, we long to go”.

AUTUMN

Circle of Life

The Rally 3/11

“Please Ma’am,” said a rather breathless apprentice, “I’ve been sent from the front of the house to tell you that the Bell’s sailing boat with Jennifer Jane and her neighbour, are just mo

The Men Are Doing Business

The jingoistic crowd blocked all the streets that lead up to Congress.

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