Cherrypicked stories

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You Will

Sleep tight through biting bruising rainbow rosed tattooed tears dawn curtains reveal long ago wishes seedlings on glazed dew will sparkle you to love
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Midnight is the time before six hours of winter

Midnight is the time before six hours of winter It is not the clock greenly sighing itself through the minutes or the refusal of the light to...
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Face 1

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Burning the bodies

From my window, south facing In a heated room with a table I saw the summer Slowly strangled, by twisted Cruel fingers of the autumn I could have...
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IF

A sequence of coincidences.
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Enigma Variation

The truth behind the Mona Lisa's smile
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Perfume for Men

Saturday with the paper.
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K- Anti-Masochistic

Help on the way
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Of Peasoup and Piracy: (Butlers Wharf Winter 1962)

I have an investment here over the knots of a century it's bound around the fraying years on a cleat of memory so loosen time and pull boys flex the...
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A The Drive: Tale of a Man Chapters 1&;2

The man, a true eccentric, road trips to find the only thing he loves other than himself: Maria.
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Reacting Badly to Criticism

"And," sighed my manager, "you react badly to criticism." He pushed his soft body back against his padded chair. His sticky fingers settled into a...
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Saint Paul's from Ludgate Hill

Dawn ebbs, half-light recedes, and only the faintest trace of night lingers in the cold side alleys that reach from the yawning street.
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Disquieting Lights

Old wounds heal....
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Dad's Addiction

A father struggles with sobriety.
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A

work in progress
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Alone

A terrified character realises the horror of solitude
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In a different class

A story of football... and jealousy
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Zeinab's cafe

the world revolves around the cafe on the corner
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Beholder's Eye

It could happen to anyone.
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Fugitive

Can the Fugitive escape..&;#063;
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The brave

She says to her husband (who's too busy with the papers): "Well, at least they don't need to worry about birth control."
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Embers of Obligation

An intense relationship's last throes
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Rain again

rain again the road winds round the battered elm, in reverence a slip shod slapping bag of effluence ambles across the sand stones clatter
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Keep breathing

"Keep breathing." I always forget that. Everything weighs heavy, like the crooked grocer on the black market fiddle, a finger on the scales of my life;
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I thought I saw you

I thought I saw you last night, Walking briskly through Paddington Station. I thought I saw you, Your hair brushed by an unknown breeze, A secret...
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Untitled fragment 2 - a poetic evolution

Original ----------------- dry stagnant fragments of burnt summer dragged through saline warmth and nurtured steam intoxicated segments of fire,...
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Dark Game

( Dark Game: a story from the musalchemist chronicles. An Off-shoot from Vinyl Magic and Immortality. It's not necessary to read Vinyl Magic or...
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Memories of London

Memories of prologues and cities
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A - Chapter One

It all starts here...
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Early Flowers

Early Flowers Clare chatted inanely to the girl in the next seat, as strangers do when forced together. She told her that she was flying over to see...
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Just play that tune

Whoever holds my life strings Up there, miles high Or down there, deep in fire Flutter your fingers As though playing some great piano Touch the...
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You, an Aphex dream

Waiting for sleep while listening to Aphex Twin
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Travel

Young enough to fear
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Kumbh Mela

When 30 million people get together to bathe at the confluence of three rivers (one of which is imaginary) one knows that it is going to be a pretty...
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AGONQUINESQUE

Written after talking to algonquin people in Manawaki Quebec Canada
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Gnocchi

A story from the Italian East End of Edinburgh
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Meadow

I still see the birches shudder from its past, The buttercups cupping the tears of the weeping skies, Oak trees in their scenic silence As they shy...
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Vorever

struggling to keep you

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