Cherrypicked stories

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God's Eye

this is a poem about a friend of mine who committed suicide.
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For Friendship

It’s been a long, strange road A hundred conversations That never happened Words I’ve waited for That are never spoken But I’m glad you finally learned to spit
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Love is like holding your head to an electric fan, real close.

“To survive heartache you’ve got to stay busy” Well, I’m not busy enough
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Get Into The Light: Chapter Twelve- If I Gave You Diamonds and Pearls Would You Be a Happy Boy or a Girl?

Lola discovers that Prince is in love with her and she's personally responsible for the deaths of a boat- load of passengers
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Bill and the UFO24

strange fish
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Vientiane: an alternative guide

Laos: "The refuge of the last dreamers, the last loved ones, the last troubadours" MARTHE BASSENNE
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The Nether World Awaits

Just something I decided I wanted to write about.
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Alicia at Number Three (I.P.)

Trees vie to give her shade... so soft and light her tread.
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Eyes or Wrists

We were right about where we came from. The spit & fire, nails & razors, The lashing of bicycle chains behind the knees, Father’s handprint bruised to the side of my face.
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Every Junkie Fears the Miracle

The miracle cure has come. But – What if Jesus himself looked you in the eye? Whether in the beginning, Your own genesis, bathed in sweat Wrapped in heated blankets
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They Haven't Loved

I can’t stand when People say Mature love Is beyond jealousy And full of trust-- They haven’t loved. I want you To yearn for my Every thought And howl at My silent poems.
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The bee and the wasp

A bee goes up-to a wasp and gloatingly asks him who had the harder sting. The wasp replied "you do my mate" So the bee laughed and said "you know wasp, you know"
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Anniversary

You stumble in... through the kitchen door –
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Boycey3

status-quo
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Damaged Goods

The widow, Lyuba Russova, is damaged goods, but then so are most of the other Russian immigrants at the Meadow Lanes subsidized housing complex.
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Cicada Songs

Cicada song Do not test yourself here Don’t break yourself against this shore. I have my feet firmly planted, My hands fingering the key – I have journeyed through the first flame
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Now She is Six...

She's an expert in cat-speak...
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Nopales for Breakfast

My grandmother is Preparing the Nopales In the kitchen-- It is dawn. As she cuts Away at the Flesh of The ancient Plant, Stripping it Of its thorns, I see Our future, Raza:
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Enduring Brixton

Some lines on gentrification and the destruction of the last of the old Brixton squats
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Silence the scream

How do I silence the scream? The long, unbearable scream that lives in my guts, my throat, my head and longs to pour out through my teeth. I feed it with cigarettes, whisky, sunshine and music.
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Another Carl Andre Dream

Firefly-bright porch light and a palo verde smell, 8:00-9:00. The screen door’s flapping like a wing in the wind; light inside. Maybe it’s the thunderstorm or
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If you meet me, have some sympathy 18

A story in 200-word episodes. Travelling through cyberspace has its excitements and perils. This is probably neither but, well, it takes all sorts ...
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Trains

We are sorry to inform you, But the cancellation’s due to, The weather being too hot, And it’s snowing quite a lot, There’s a curry on the track, The driver’s hurt his back,
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Seals

Smooth and shy, and hard to spy peeping from the water. Watch them gliding, swimming by – agile under water. When they leave the sea they heave – pull with each front flipper,
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Silence

So I scream to you, in silent bursts of pain you must never hear, leave me something to remind me of the beauty we once shared.
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I was an idiot at that party

'Someone's drank my beers' a man who seemed kind said
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The Kiss

the kiss was light like spring air—! only the arc of our lips grazed, touched, fanned, frisked, stippled, skimmed, nipped, nicked, pawed at, shook hands with each other
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I am an addict

Light falls on your closed eyes closed without rest I am an addict in the body of a sober man no need to think of death now it comes only once one day it will descend
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A far cry from instinct

We are accelerated primates, bones splint by our own speed, our reflexes artillery, even in peace.
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Boycey2

tears for fears, well not quite.
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In Rajasthan

I spy you from a long train traversing the dusty plains armed Sikhs fore and aft guard us from dacoits while we admire views of ancient citadels crowning sandstone escarpments
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All change here

Additional stop at Great Salvation
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Amber

what's the worst that could happen?
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Slow Dance

Wordless....
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Home For the summer

Home for the Summer Both under my roof for a while a short time tick of a while a bird chip chip trill of a while pink pink, peewit peewit scuffle and murmur Just those few days
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Perforations in the Reading.

"...recipes to die for..."
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That Title from a Better Man I Stole (R.L. Stevenson)

There is a company which manufactures elevators called Schindler. I just couldn’t resist it. This piece is inspired by the thought of ‘Schindler’s Lift’.
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I Thought of Jack Kerouac

I thought of Jack Kerouac Today as I entered The public library Eyes down Rolling Rolling Along the tiled floors Pen warm Tucked between My ear and skull
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Your hand in mine

Your hand in mine I can smell your breath from here feel its heat on my ear hair at angles against the blue wallpaper eyes open just enough to savor your smile your hand in mine
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The 30th of Julia

The 30th of Julia The 30th of Julia is not a sad dissected piece of forensic detritus bagged, tagged, and labelled a toe perhaps or an ear a plane crash remnant or evidence of a bad bad man
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Ode to joy

Stuck in Earl’s Court in a car, in traffic. Nothing moving but crankshafts and fan belts in the blistering heat. I see a man on a doorstep, stained from the day’s toil.
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White

A short story written about addiction, that I did for my degree. Opinions welcome. :)
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Boycey

home from home?
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Let's Start Again

Not a comp entry. A 200 word story...of sorts.
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The borders of sleep (IP)

This story, which I submitted sometime ago (under the title 'The Chasm At The Edge Of My Dreams') but deleted, seems to fit the IP and so I'm resubmitting it under a new title.
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"Let's Start Again"

A fine-tune of an oldie.
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The Palace

I wrote this on the 4th of June at 5:30am
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Let's start again

competition entry
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Three Billy Goats Gruff

Long ago three goats grazed in pastures green and hilly. Their mother kept it simple and named the three goats Billy. Having a name that’s just the same as your brother’s bad enough,
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When it hits

Going into the depressive state.
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Let's start again

Competiton entry
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Say It Isn't So

...or at the very best, help me to forget...
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Borders of Sleep: Nightmare I.P.

I have come to the borders of sleep And slip in a land that exists Only in my mind I walk in shadow swept valleys Long forgotten memories Hiding in the crevices Come creeping out

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