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Rococo

My spine has Rococo taste in men overblown and in such bad taste plenty of gilt very doree but no longer jeunesse of course it is the bits of damage I adore adds to character I am reminded of flowery cuffs and conversations full of light

Survival Kit

This is the one published in the current issue of Iota.
Cherry

A trip to Bahadur's village

"Watch out! Jim shouted as he spotted a cow walking directly into the road. Amazingly, as if obeying some invisible road safety order, the cow halted on the verge allowing the car to speed past

Song for the sleeping classes

Curtains of suburbia, switch off your halos!
Cherry

A Longing for Utility

Been nine days since the end of the year for sweetness and dogs but I'm not done talking about dogs, the sweetness, maybe. This house is overflowing the stink of dogs is pushing me out. We need fire

VIOLINS AND PAST FEELINGS

They had cosy nicknames for each other, That they are now not permitted to say.

Past, Present, Future

The minutes roll into one, So do the hours, And the days, When I'm here, In the past, Stuck in a rut, I can't change the past, I can't forsee the future, I'm swamped in the present, Picking m

Melissa

Darjeeling is a small town about 7000 feet from sea level.Most of the ordinary people work in the world-famous tea gardens.The rest are engaged in the booming tourism industry.Few hill stations in india are as idyllic and picturesque as Darjeeling.People from all over india and beyond visit this wonderful town to enjoy its unique sights and unmatched scenery.However the locals are themselves crazy about cricket.In particular the Camellia Cup.

Woollen Peters Shocking Question

Part One of the disgusting tale of Woollen Peter...
Cherry

The romance of crime

Walking out I know this is not the end of the matter, I will be hearing from my conscience shortly; that too padded plain navy sofa. Still, the walk home's thrilling, the moon all anglepoised, gets me, dancing.

Things that are early and late

Of course he came too early, I was only just evening my eyesight with the headboard hoping for him to hold out and then, they were born, blinking pink twins as still as a stream as honest as squirrels.
Cherry

Chewed Up

David Bowie is black

Loneliness is.

Loneliness is a crowded room. Or hiding in the corner, Forever entombed. Loneliness is a star-lit sky. Or the darkness around them, So many reasons to die. Loneliness is a waiting phone.

Single file.

You were giggling, smoking, I made eye-contact with you once or twice. You went one way, I went the other And of course, I'll never see you again. If I could have somehow frozen time, Frozen everything except you and I,

Screw-up

I can't hear you Above the static in my mind. I never catch you 'til you're gone, Only ever hear you on rewind. The future is just a reflection Of a past that's already dead. And I'm sick of always looking back,

Love.

A bed that was once warm, Our sanctuary: The only place on earth Where I wanted to be. Now you can see your breath, It's so damn cold And those three magic words,

Remnants of dreams.

The room is empty, But I'm never alone. There's a typewriter before me, A bottle by its side And the ever looming presence Of a glorious suicide. Behold: This night, this silence;

The Absent Autumn

In July, summer sun loved skin, Older now, and travelled...

Hickling Broad

"Look, a coral-gutted loner bird! I said, at some show-off twig-legged prancer.

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