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Butterkist bliss
Underneath a dark canopy In between those moments Of butter-kissed thighs And sighs. We play to a sky Packed with stars A celestial audience. And for...
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- 812 reads
Stillborn
Fantasy story about a traveller, with a twist.
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- 383 reads
Spring in the Country
A city boy placed with a gaelic speaking rural family finds it's not at all like Enid Blyton.
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- 939 reads
Something's happening.
Sketch about BBC coverage of the War On Terror
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- 554 reads
Hawk
In Loving memory of Cyril Clifford Sleight, 5/1/1906 - 5/2/2002.
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- 526 reads
Some very odd behaviour on the train.
It's a little mystery vignette about people travelling on a late train and observing each other. It
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- 767 reads
Aubade
the future feels like it's setting in the past's plaster cast but remembering won't heal the breaks from outside the first bird expresses space with...
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- 1060 reads
He said...
About someone whose senses were dull
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- 554 reads
Peacefully, in hospital...
Recollection of a hospital death, about 30 years ago
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- 588 reads
I'll let you know
For the indecisive
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- 507 reads
Christmas bite
For those who hate Christmas
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- 516 reads
Red On Red
Red On Red Red on Red, No two could ever be as close as this. Camouflaged. And alone, at least until the dawn. Then, with the hounds at our backs, We...
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- 461 reads
The Girl In The Moon
The Girl In The Moon Eyes of a serpent, As cold as a line, Through the smoke of this night-club, I look for a sign, Of life from this cold flesh, I'm...
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- 534 reads
Hate Heart
Hate Heart I wear my Hate Heart upon my sleeve, Upon my sleeve for all to see, Not Blood Red; but cold and black, The darkest part of me.
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- 505 reads
Not Tonight Josephine
A night off&;#063;
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- 478 reads