Cherry

Always read the Label Chapter 24 Forever Changing

At first I thought it was a raid, then realised the police might not bother to knock. The thought dawned on me if it wasn't the police, it could only be someone even worse.

Of Bad Bone and Picture Book: Darwin 1999

Regretful, sad, heavy. A big stone in a pocket, that I want to throw in a river. But cannot, because its something more than memory. It was a black man in the white sun. Who was,

Monroelogue.

Wrote this 3rd year at Uni...inspired to post it having found it tonight - after the abctales Brighton event where Tara Hanks read extracts from 'The Mmm Girl'... odd.

From the Haert

When I became sentient and found that I was created from lust and wifely duty, and my conception was a mistake, I felt cold. When I discovered my life had once hung by a thread

Dying Alone

I have nothing in my life Would anybody notice if I died? Would I make noise if I fell to the floor Since there is nobody around to hear it? When will I die? And how? Will I die alone?
Cherry

A Midsummer Night's Frolic

Frolics and capers.
Cherry

WLTM

All the words in this poem were taken from the personal ads in one edition of Metro News - though not necessarily in this order, of course.

Intermission

A rainy day in Greece
Poem of the week

Sweet On You

Loss of innocence in the 1960s

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I am not I I am not you I am neither singular nor plural – I am the absence of I, not the opposite, the absence of you, I am the presence of something that does not exist.

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