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Night Writing

Black ice on the road again Me and my dog Bob Chasing down the night riders Carving up the fog This road could take us anywhere There's promise on these bends And even on the darkest nights
Cherry

I Hope You've Got A Daughter Now

Summer 88 Peer Pressure Aztec Camera, Deacon Blue I didn't even fancy you The others did, why didn't I? I was childish and frigid Awkward and shy Sticking safely to the impossibility
Gold cherry

I Will Not

Thinking about some of the co-dependent mutually assured destruction loving relationships I've seen in others...

Unwanted Memories

Spring clean..
Story of the week

Miss Bradshaw

Miss Bradshaw came to us in the March of year four...

Tradition systematizes all strength in size

All hunting packs on earth are different But we’re all hounds nose to ground… We’re all here for the first time, Scenting blood; like a blood hound.

POEM: Just Act Natural.

Act natural, what the hell is that?

Movements

A surreal semi-improvised poem.
Cherry

Spiders

A slightly dark poem.

oysters have long black eye lashes.

Today, you bought oysters and carried them back through town, in a see through plastic box. one was unlocked, you picked it up. had you ever looked, inside an oyster