Autobiography

Cherry

War makes insomniacs and bad poetry

I woke up and 4 am last night, my stomach in a knot over the news of the last week. This poured out of me on the Notes app on my phone. I always turn to poetry when I'm anxious, I find it unfiltered and visceral. It's neither good nor reasoned, but that's okay, it's one of my best therapeutic tools.
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Lily of the Lamplight

She admitted me to the hospital that night at reception I believed it was an emergency people get that way with anxiety, like they can't breathe and...

Teashop Times

Nothing explosive at the teashop this week, but a few whimsical incidents, nonetheless. On taking a window seat one day I observed a perfectly...
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Living Alone

No family no friends just on my own the whole time just a handful visits and mostly work related. You know you are alone when … At last you've got...
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More Snowdrops ! (hidden away)

Is that a drift of snow peeping over the top of the bank? …
Gold cherry

Brief Moments To Imagine

Dear diary... living twilight years within brightness of new days is all I need. But oh! To wander once again down adjacent lanes to coastal cliff...

Teashop Times

It was another windy day today and people outside the teashop were bending almost double in their attempts to cross the road. Railings were used like...

Aquamarine Rapunzel

I remember the time I gave myself a bit of a makeover. I was about two or three, old enough to have a train of thought, but not enough for it to be...

Wonderful Ludlow View

Look over the river Teme with its weirs, circling below; at the castle rooted firmly above the water, on the other side with the nowadays town...

Gift Heart

Inside this tin, I’ve placed my heart, A last gift to you on this day, at this end, Five years from the start. You have underlined the silence,...
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