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.
Story of the week

The Lady of Chains

Its been there for as long as anyone can remember. The tower. It stands like an ice-pick, pushing through vines and shrivelled leaves, giving way to an arrow-head roof patched with moss.

I'm on the radio! I'm in the Guardian!

It’s been a good week all round, which is strange as weeks aren’t normally round (I’ve said this before).

Falling Without Gravity

Slice of life fiction about sometime drug dealer Nicky and the people he meets. Short story about his meeting with Spark, a local musician.

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