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Relative Strangers

some people are compelled to share...

Solitary

about being alone even when you are not

Dogs

This is true...well almost! To the tune of Blackbird.

Freezer

Prison scam
Cherry

The end of all things (incomplete mx)

Police Helicopters circled ahead aggressively, buzzing angrily as they scorch the ground, searching each corner of Fitrovia with the

Clouds

'Hello Tommy. Come over here. Lie down with me on the blanket. There, that's it. Yes, it is hot. You can thank the sun for that. Pardon me? The sun...
Cherry

Ghost of childhood

the endless aching drone of a chainsaw wakes me I get up, look out in time to see the crash down of branches, budding twigs this oak tree, which...

I kissed him

I kissed him, a stranger not of my world we knew the boundaries black taped the lines who cares? we thought as we savoured the moment hearts gift...

Tonight again

Here again confined in walls Sheathed in last night's shadow Veils of yesterday not yet forgotten repetition a stagnant illusion The ashtray sits as...

Dead forever

Against an afterlife, because I don't want to go there.

Telephones

Three poems about love and communication

I was little

A childhood memory!

Impersonal space

Its not something i can touch But its all around me We all move fast But not as fast as this It has a still speed Constant A gentle pressure Pushing...

Asleep

i would close my eyes and keep them shut for 365 days i would hide beneath these eyelids i don't have to see whats gone wrong i don't have to watch...
Cherry

When time exists

i can only hear time passing when i rest my chin on my hand, and the plastic hands of my watch click the seconds away i can only hear your heartbeat...

Point Two - Dark 'an Light

Those most congenial bedfellows of addiction

Sophie's Surprise

Story of aggravated parking

Snowbound

It's surprising what you can learn about someone when you're in a sticky situation with them.

Jumble sale

A "find" is a treasure we could all do with.

The House

It lay at the base of the mound, Buried deep at the core of peoples minds, Forgotten, like an old book flung in a musty attic, From windows, broken...

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