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Absent Without Leave

An A to Z story accounting the effects of the absence of a loved one during Christmas Another Christmas had come and gone, but Jason’s present still...
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Wild Rose …

pink blush of beauty climbing the hedges … fragile, fleeting ….
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Pigeon Variations - Ch 15 - Stains

Quit. Don’t do it. Quit. Pyser knew he could walk out of that hotel and not clean the bathroom. It was easy. He felt loyalty to no one.
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Momma - Remember?

The morning coming home from waitressing and your band of monkeys stirring- you chased us to the bedroom with fly-swatter swings trying to make a...
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Pigeon Variations - Ch 14 - The Blood Room

Pyser pushed the hotel room door, which was heavy and on a spring. He propped it open with a vacuum cleaner, noting the dense smell of cigarettes.
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Radio Times

A polyphonic spectrum of melody and sound, a rhapsody of composition, a toccata in fugue. Aural symphony, timpani, Marconi’s dream retold, Wireless...
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Pigeon Variations - Ch 13 - Origin of the World

Jenna wanted to be a painter. “I adore Egon Schiele and Frida Kahlo,” she said, drinking a dark rum and coke.
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How Harper Lee helped me to gain admission to Harvard's Creative Writing MFA

‘The only time I ever came close to Jesus was the calm after her orgasm.’ This was the first line in my portfolio of stories. During lockdown, I...
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angelica (after reading Onemorething's beautiful poem)

Reality is a trap. In this garden no sun warms. Underground, worms squirm in a rootless world as tongues before words. But then, there, at the back,...
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A Hauf an a Hauf

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The cauld air slaps ma cleanly shaven face as ah step oot intae the front gairden. No in a bad way, ye unnerstaun. It’s good tae feel such a vibrant...
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The Ends of the Earth

I used to sense the future as a vast, temporal space like the open road on a highway - an immense uncharted land of chronological kilometres into...
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Pigeon Variations - Ch 12 - The Dove in Vauxhall Park

The Convulsions began when Pyser was a boy. He remembered being in Vauxhall Park with his father. It was rare for them to be together.
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Pigeon Variations - Ch 11 - Bring Out the Dead

The pain that people carried around with them was mind blowing. Anxiety. Depression. Paranoia. Phobias. Anger issues. Ever since Pyser was a boy, his temper had landed him in trouble. His mum said he could flip on a sixpence. Not that he’d ever seen a sixpence.
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The Uncertainty of Being

Life as light bends to the will of gravity, the ever-expanding wave of being warping the weft of existence. While the interfering particles, children...
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Any Other Name

NOTE: Final chapter of story shared on ABC Tales a few months ago and previously-titled 'Crazy Diamond' and 'Mad Alex and The Moral Panics' I...
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Everyone's a hero

Watching, dying, being superior
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Corona LOG - Nov. 30, 2020

Corona Log Entry- Nov. 30, 2020 It is warm and muggy this morning in SW Florida. Rain is on the way, followed by a three-day cold front. Our Spring...
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AND SO IT IS

And so it is as a planet mourns and the grey sleepless days and nights of grief and isolation build to an inevitable crescendo In Spring, the daily...
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Pigeon Variations - Ch 10 - Farewell Marseille

Brighton wasn’t all ponces. The French housekeeping girls in the hotel on the seafront were alright. They had left Marseille to find work and escape their scag habit.

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