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Cherry

The Shame of Sir Saxmundham

/*--> */ Beyond his kitchen garden sits a caravan, green with mould; its small satellite dish, a Freudian slip of protrusions and dimples. His...

Limbo is Eveningend

“You Have Now Entered Eveningend: Tread Carefully.”
Cherry

Falling

Falling It starts With me not necessarily realising I’ve remembered your name Quicker than the rest. Words That wring colour From grey – A post-...
Cherry

Two Point Four

the sky, through the half-ajar Velux, a slow blue conveyor belt of cotton wool;

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