Cherry

One Last Breath!

What the heck!

The 'A' Platoon Lament

The “A” Platoon lament It happened on the 1st of June This tale I have to tell Of dirty, greasy drivers On the battlefield of hell. The battlefield was covered

Sylvia!

A Dead Friend!
Gold cherry

The Bank Job! (IP) A short play

A customer robbing a Bank? Surely it should be the other way round?
Cherry

On Leaving

I am not as sentimental as I used to be. Like waiting for a delayed train, I teeter on the edge of the week, wondering if the freight load of feeling will ever arrive.

Siren

The sea is cold and salt and, though we are many, we are always alone. You are too beautiful. It is our curse to find you so, to be drawn to your light, to need you. This is not life,
Cherry

THE PLOT BEGINS TO THICKEN:

A poem from 'Sketches (preface to a Jazz Painting)'.

By The Roots - 200 words

An immoveable companion, a symbol of strength

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