Cherrypicked stories
For what we are about to receive
As another lunch time brings forth chat about weather and the lady opposite brinks on bleats, I wear my shoulders by my ears and close my eyes more...
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- 690 reads
Ethics
A television documentary Showed a lab technician Punching a beagle in the face, 'Abusing an animal OUTSIDE THE REGULAR EXPERIMENT.' A spokesman said...
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- 760 reads
Dreadful little secret
I'll tell you a secret if you have a moment. This is not just any old secret. Don't regard this secret as a non-secret I save for special occasions...
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- 703 reads
Blood on the Rose
A shadow drifts in shades of red Blood stains speckled on the moon, A grave of roses under a cross to bear Bloody footprints in the flower bed. A man...
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- 891 reads
Now waking sad a poem better not written
And on those evenings In between the sheets. The moon turns sad, And there are only ordinary things, Anywhere. In between the sheets. I am alone...
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- 918 reads
Moment
The morning sun, distracted by the sky, barely notices her stir, her tea as she rises The sky stretches from chimney to antennae and then crows at a...
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- 738 reads
A Story
read it twice.. you have to look close to see it all
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- 495 reads
Y---liplock
liplock the first time is never idyllic because its a trap--i caught you unaware in the glare of dance lights and iced mixed drinks; fancy footwork...
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- 989 reads
Define animal
I want to write about animals
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- 2601 reads
Vampires&;#063;
A poem about dead vampire girls, hmmm...
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- 605 reads
Wolfe at the Biennial
so here we have arrived at megalopolis and there at the Whitney Museum another juried show and the Hitler analogies make the Mayor scream "like an...
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- 527 reads
In a memory
Walking back from town at night, then everything seemed to be there for me...
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- 556 reads
Stimulation
a (then) unrequited love poem to a delightfully scented friend ...
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- 887 reads
Impression
a companion piece to 'Forensics' (Pt. 2, some months later ...)
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- 745 reads
Good Day To Die
no dark clouds cross this sky the trees not wracked by bitter winds the sea not twisted torn in torment terror today is not a good day to die
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- 817 reads
Weather Or Not
Through opalescant mauve cold and careless crocadile tears hail ill met. Sluice of shimmering tendons gutter gathered rain muscles slur and sing...
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- 921 reads
Heave
Stop that! What you're doing, it's nauseating; drawing them words in the animal fat smeared across the formica. With your fingers all greasy like...
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- 740 reads
I am suitably contrite
It would appear the system said that you are being cheeky (i blushed bright red) and are attempting to rate your own story! was that one mine? We...
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- 1083 reads
Waking glad a poem written in green biro
And on those mornings In between the sheets. The sun wakes glad, And there are no ordinary things, Anywhere. In between the sheets. I am always me...
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- 821 reads
The poem wit no title
He said do you hog the covers? and I was his just as sure as i loved my mom, chocolate and my favourite tv programme. And this was what I had done...
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- 734 reads
Dream
Ivory and intelligent, the snake. A real thing in a real dream. Knew. It knew the woman, who: smiled like trees screaming; talked love; taught...
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- 795 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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- 934 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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- 1057 reads
He said...
About someone whose senses were dull
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- 551 reads
Peacefully, in hospital...
Recollection of a hospital death, about 30 years ago
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- 584 reads
Rubber Ruth
Tonight Georgie is a gangster tonight Georgie wears a gun tonight Georgies going a killin some smoking mamas son tonight Georgie skims the riverside...
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- 1650 reads
I'm stones in her pocket
Part of a duet with another poem.
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- 1126 reads
Tell you what it's like to be a man&;#063;
An angry convoluted male angst thing.
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- 941 reads
Mortar Doesn't Breathe
A car took her son away, and now she's alone.
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- 1080 reads
Just so 1999
Probably one of the last moments of 1999
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- 836 reads
Leap Year
Can a man be haunted without his wife knowing&;#063;
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- 703 reads
Janet Leigh
Janet Leigh After church I cartwheeled in the salty dark and landed fist-first in the soft earth of the rosebed. Upright, I looked, and on my wrist...
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- 688 reads
Mud
a Liverpool word-portrait of my Dad's grandma
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- 894 reads
At Houdini's Funeral
From the point of view Houdini's wife.
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- 681 reads
Forensics
William Hershel would be proud :oD
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- 1011 reads
In 55 Words...
offbeat humour, tasty
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- 1909 reads
Hand Signals
Something about holding someone's hand for the first time.
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- 656 reads
I Ran The Four-Minute Mile
A poem about triumph and disappointment
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- 562 reads
Personal History
Ever get the feeling that you should have made your mark by now&;#063;
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- 655 reads
The Gym Was Just Like Her
Poem about a visit to the Gym
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- 591 reads
Question: What are empty rooms for&;#063;
A tale of two rooms. not by charles dickens.
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- 1160 reads
I thought
A stumbling apology for falling in love with someone
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- 861 reads
Caveman
I reason You can't hear me now You see Flesh and bones I observe Your primal nature I sense Your love for me, is secondary now I know Your...
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- 564 reads
Perfect vision
A ridiculously over-the-top poem
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- 883 reads
A -It's only words
words are deadly in the wrong hands
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- 507 reads
Radiant
Poem about taking the sun for granted
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- 954 reads
Karen - I would eat my own ear wax for you
An adoring poem
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- 908 reads
Fail You
Poem for my daughter aged twelve
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- 973 reads
G: The Go-Between
In the big city everybody is looking for something. It's just a matter of finding out what.
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- 947 reads
Irony of the Iron
An Iron is not simply a hard metal object
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- 1233 reads
Memento Mori
Ever seen flowers by the side of the road&;#063; Ever seen them before the accident&;#063;
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- 677 reads
The prophet on a cigarette break
'This fear is bigger than all of that, it will make you burn inside,' he said. 'Its not a way to live, you cant go on.' 'Tell me something I dont know,' I spoke quietly because it was true. 'Its just something you have to do; it is your inevitable detination.' He spoke like a wizard. 'Doesn't it haunt you, everything you do, don't you feel all twisted up?' 'Yes, I do.' 'It does haunt you, I know. I have seen this happen before and the fear will turn into hatred as you fail to understand it's density.' He was calm like a profit but all I could say was 'I have felt all of this before. It can't be dissolved, just like that.' He sighed. 'Some great things were meant for some great people, but fate is resigned for those who cannot escape it, for reasons I can never explain.' I didn't understand what he meant. Then his break was over and he tied up his apron and walked tiredly back behind the till.
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- 1506 reads