Autobiography

Cherry

I Like Writing Stories, Yeah I Do

I wanted to write a story about a recent rejection, but it turned into a song. And since songs are better sung then read. I thought I'd sing it. Or...

The Apples Fell All At Once

The Apples Fell All At Once One day we had warmth that swore it was going to stay My Mother was never going to succumb to those Pomegranate seeds She...

Walthamstow Sunday

Lipstick on crumpled shirt collar through rattled windows yesterday’s news strewn on polished pine telling tales of a bombed desert A protest singer...

The Pond Of Life

The Pond Of Life I am a casual toss of lust at my parents command. I was careless cast into the pond of life No earthly thought, but by a mortal hand...
Cherry

Now I am the Matriarch

Now I am the Matriarch A few days past my Mother had a choice jump or burn Always an optimist she chose not to slowly roast tubes here and there...

Too Many Monkeys

This city they call New York and this daily commute have been getting to me. I should have been a forest ranger. But I'll get over it. I always do...

The Perfect Answer.

My Father was working in a nasty environment of sectarian abuse. He found the answer.

My Wee Pal Adam.

There is a special connection between a Grandson and his Papa.

Stringing Sentences Together

Particularly in windy weather I like to string sentences together and let them flap, bluster and blow until ,eventually, I let them go and watch them...

Kite Flying

Battering body into sky, The frame flexes but does not break, And the tail whips the airflow, So wild up there! And down here: just a pair of strings...