Cherry

The Hairy Monk

poem

Gambling Consequences

Another nanowrimo short story

Straying Footsteps

A broken Journey through life.

A I D S

My cells crumble Imprisonment distorts my smile Mum hands me a tissue To wipe the cold from my eyes My belt drawn tight Constricts a body covered in lies enemies kept closely

Electric Litter

A poem I wrote at Christmas time a couple of years ago.

Stone Cold

Just a bit of an exercises.

Malaga Meet

If you read this you should read http://www.abctales.com/story/chuck/meeting-andalucia

The Star

A lymeric for today

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