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journal 12/10/04
You know, quick decisions well made are the most important thing in the world. And the only way you can make them is to rely on emotion. There are...
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Give me a knife
Slightly morbid this one...
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Suspicion
Inspired by a true story from America. Could it happen here?
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Why Are All The Best Guys Gay?
No one of any sexual orientation was harmed during the writing of this piece, but it can easily be arranged ...
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Fragments
Leaving one piece after another...
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JUST ANOTHER LOVE POEM
Your smile warms my heart, It is completely beautiful. The essence in your eyes, Is like a tonic to my soul. The light that shines from you, I never...
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I Know He Loves Me
True Love Will Out
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The owner of the wooden hand
A poem that grew out of an observation exercise known as Frankenstein's Pocket Watch
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The Day the Toaster Broke
Appliances don't laugh at you is Geoff's logic. The appliances are his only friends and he is fighting the tide of new and hi-tech technology with little success. Odd stuff - a unique idea.
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Intoxicated Bliss
When love strikes, learn to hold it. You may never get it back or may be you'll have to wait for eternity.
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People On The Train
A series of observations and overheard conversations of people on the train
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Cold Heart Coyote
Written by a good friend about a guy with a peacock feather up his...well, yeah.
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gift-wrapped
You wanted a present, a perfect story, gift-wrapped with a shiny ribbon: a beginning, a middle, an end. A resolution - the kind neatly ties things up, not the New Year's kind that is made to be broken. I couldn't find the right kind of wrapping paper. I had to make do with something too bright, too garish, with big-footed clowns walking all over it. The bow was clumsy and too big. The words I wrote on the gift tag were cliched. But worse, when I picked up the box to hand it to you I heard a rattle from inside. I knew straight away: my story, carefully crafted over so much time, was too fragile and thin, and it shattered into pieces before it got to you. I thought about putting it back together again. Then I thought about sweeping up the fragments and throwing them away in disgust. Then I sat with them spread before me, and studied them. I grew to like them. They had jagged edges, they were chipped in places, but they made me smile. So I have started to put them together to make a new story, a crooked, misshapen one. There are gaps where sometimes the pieces don't fit very well, and the light shines right through them. There is an ending, followed by an introduction, a footnote. I don't think I will wrap it when I'm finished, or tie it up with ribbon, but I will offer it to you anyway: my imperfect tale.
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a heated argument
It is hot, and humid. There is a slight breeze coming through the open window; my curtains wave half-heartedly. It is dark, but the light-blue of the earlier day has not yet faded behind the rooftops; chimneys and television aerials are silhouetted against it. A car is parked opposite, in darkness except for the metal hubcaps reflecting the orange of the streetlight. The street feels claustrophobic. The terraced houses have no front gardens; cars are parked on either side of the road, half on the pavement.
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Woolf's Hunt
Political Thriller with a strong female lead, first chapter of a full novel.
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The Art Of Not Being Desired
Can you continue to blame others?
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Pregnant Man
It sounds fantastic, but this is a fact... somewhere in west Africa, where marine and occultic powers are real. And in this rather bizzare saga, the perpetrator, unfortunately, meets his doom.
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The appleskin red gloves, the heels, the dart of cigarette, the tights, the satin skirt
Sonnet involving a unexpected and Cohenesque Old Testament metaphor.
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Business as Usual
A Woman becomes obsessed with trying to figure out what her boss is thinking.
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Moving On
After a difficult experience, going on...
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