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Cherry

Freestyle

I thought of Pete speaking magic in his leather jacket, pointing out over a watercolour city, talking about the wonders of creation, making my friend blush just with his pro-noun-ci-ation,
Cherry

How To Walk On Water

It was April in June; spring's very own month of non-stop decadence two months overdue. All of the trees, and all of the tangled roots and shoots below them, were erupting in a lusty chorus of wind-tickled new growth, the tick-tock of dandelion clocks and (if you listened carefully) the provocative ripening of stickybuds...

Whispers in a heatwave

I have fallen she whispered; Stumbled across dusty ground, Half full of heart-beats that last forever, Sick with my own silent lung-shreiks and their stiff, metallic fear and the strange black-hole tug at my sinews. Crumbling, she choked, I have held my breath, Waiting gravel-grazed and stunned for a sunbeam to dance over my cheek.

Here I have fallen

Inky black above its blotted angels spit and curse; a heavy sky On the field around us barren landscape drips, drags Soggy steps Lines of black and...

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