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For the broken stones

Veronica pulls off her red haywire wig then she peels off her repellent rubber clothing. An aged snake shedding skin nightly. She cares nothing for...

Come on you Blues

8:30am. The alarm clock triggers its quadraphonic jangle, ricochets off the walls and splices into my brain like a swarm of hot bullets. It remains...
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Girl doppelgangers

Poem

Release

Grasping at bubbles dissolve in my hand Knowing life's troubles are small specs of sand I'd like to be the the sun that warms away your chills I'd...

Time

I don't know what time it was Snow was falling, voices calling Chills were running up and down my spine Caught in the wreckage of a ship I sailed...
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She

Her beauties everlasting Though, no reflective glass Can steal her gaze She lingers in seclusion Earnest in her ways Painting, the heavens above So...

Opera singer

A true story (as far as I know)

D: THE RIPPER

THE RIPPER Mizzle spooned against the shutters. Dusk steadily creeping mingles, With tar like pools in the gutters. Stone-tiled earthworks...

D: 4/2/03

Work Diary, 4/2/03 As the cheerleaders say: "U! G! L! Y! You ain't got no alibi! You ugly! You ugly!" I haven't had a haircut in months and I keep...

Whoever You Are

Whoever You Are Staggering I wailed lost songs to you, You were my sweetheart, you were my blues, Choked to find the words to say, You can come and...

Report from heaven's agent

Psycho who thinks he's heaven's agent

Thanks for Strangers

Man overboard!
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Urban Wildlife

Wilflife report on the vermin of neds
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Pitching In St. Ives

A very short but sadly very true story
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Arms Around A Dream.

For Paul. 1968 - 1986 ARMS AROUND A DREAM. The cruelty of daydreams, served with melting sun. You never saw the winter. Life had just begun. Candles...

Pink lady on the skyline

As I walked up the hill to the station in Durham, my hands full, scalded now and then by the hot tea I carried, I was miserable and tired by my long day and stressful evening.

Modern Monk

I'm sitting writing, at a table for once, on this habitual journey. A Franciscan friar in full regalia has just walked past me, if you can call it regalia.

I Darts ch 7

Darts match in drag

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