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My stories

Cherry

Sweet Daughter Mine

On my desk she perches... eyes of ambergris,
Cherry

'You've Been Framed!' (Poetry Monthly)

Pigeons potter in puddles; in the road, an old man with a stick brings the traffic to a standstill... Bankside – Tate Modern.
Cherry

'Just One of those Things'

‘ So it’s goodbye, dear, and Amen... here’s hoping we meet, now and then. It was great fun, but it was just one of those things ’. Cole Porter
Cherry

Aftermath

7/7 Ten years on
Cherry

Women of Small Histories

The year is nineteen-forty-seven... through the smog I can glimpse it. Summer dragged its heels – one of the hottest on record. Women are waiting for life to get better.

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