Cherry

Dancer

i knew it was fear of realizing that i am more alive there than out here with you alone not dancing not twisting and raising my hands in joy

The Angel of Mons - Chapter sixteen

Sixteen

Plastic Fantastic

It's not about Barbie!

Someone deadly beneath (Part 3)(part 1a)

Billy cried his heart out for his mom, who had just departed. Tears streamed down his face profusely. As deafening as the Borough market din was, it failed miserably in rivalling his voice.
Cherry

Nothing Like A Dame

Competition Entry Prose
Cherry

Hong Kong 1938

Competition Entry Poetry

A Pipistrelle in Winter

This winter roars, the ice stick spike

Circa 1961

Prose New Season comp'
Cherry

Turquoise Silk

Poetry, New Seasons Writing Comp

Views From A Seaside Balcony

Clock hands catch missing time As a new days looms and knits Into a sunrise on the horizon The ocean wears white caps Of tidings from faraway places Carried by favoured currents

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