Cherrypicked stories

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Ideal Man

He really, really was... .
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Flesh Wounds

"To see a thing, one has to comprehend it." (Borges)
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Focalising

The clouds puff blueness onto the orange luminosity, Congregated concrete structures flatter the yellow lights. The darkness of dusk filters shape to...
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A) I am thinking of

I am thinking of you saying I could come stay with you. Of me asking if you had a spare bed and you saying no. I am thinking of what sort of person I...
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The Carpenter

He chiselled the wood, careful to keep going in the direction of the grain. Slowly but surely, the block of wood took on animation. He paused for a...
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A day in a life

Fast moving images; slow moving people. An Asian man moves through London on an average day.
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Z - Den and Joey at The Diner

I have seen the end of the world and it's at the bottom of a bottle. "How's that for a first line?" I say. "I like it," she says. "But where does it...
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Cool

don't you hate it when that happens
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Little Larceny (A)

between a lady and her purse.
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Guilt

Guilt An ugly feeling deep in my stomach Like a sharp-edged stone swirling around And if it draws blood then I deserve it I can cough it up and draw...
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Solo

With friends like these...
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Idyll

Idyll Mr. Lymph and Mrs. Gusset subsist on a Diet of Worms, discussing Luther till the cows come home in a chalet of seagrass, Bibles, false teeth,...
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The Haruspex

The Haruspex He makes little parcels of his dirty clothes, wrapping his pastel shirts around the dark, discarded jocks and socks, as though he were...
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Secret layers

Find me pull off the layers Flimsy skin of cigarette papers Its only the secrets which conceal me
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I Remember...

writing exercise...
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Questions Of Ashland

Karl's Remember Biz
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Oldest friend

My goldfish died today. He was twenty nine. When I was six I'd wanted a donkey someone to hug bigger than me but the ripple of fluid bright sparkles...
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Deep in the Woods

Such unpleasant things can happen in the country...
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I Remember

I remember sun soaked grass seeds blown down the racetrack of a school field, where colour surrounds too bright white light of a June
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An art to being

On the coldest morning of my life I left a club And walked out to face the frost. In the chill it was an empty earth; My footsteps crackled, I caught...

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