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The Misery Of Flight (2)

I’m staring at the ceiling in a strange room with the smell of bleach and pine furniture.
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Angel 59 (QC)

‘I’m not too worried,’ Angel, a slight edge in her voice, caught Stacey hurrying out of the kitchen with a folder in her hand. ‘But Lisa is beginning...
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El Nuevo Sombrero

Every moment but there is no moment; I wanted to die. When the sun recoils from a looped grey sky, the day elided and trembling ghosts, and the...
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My Street

My street is a fine example of honest endeavour and working class aspiration, a place where people who once swung from lamp posts in patched trousers...
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Frailty - End

From what he told me, and he never told me much, the lieutenant wouldn't have changed a goddamn thing. Regret just ain't a part of him. He was born,...
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Frailty

From what he told me, and he never told me much, the lieutenant became a lieutenant lest he become dead in his daddy's eyes. Military service was a...
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CC9: ‘Whingers Assemble’

Ironing Man sprayed a bit of steam on his shirt and set to on the creases thereupon. The phone rang. “Goddamn it!,” exclaimed he, then he carefully...
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Angel 58 (cruel symmetry)

‘Coming,’ rasped Angel. Stacey hovered at the top of the stairs, but Angel heard her clumping away to her room when she answered. Outside a dog...
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The Fool, the Bomber, the Nurse, and the Lifeboat

I don't profess to understand the world. Far from it. Most of the time it makes no sense to me at all.
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A Letter to Anybody Out There

To Whom it May Concern, To Anyone who finds these words, It’s been six days since we’ve been able to get a signal on the radio. We used to tune into...
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Misogyny in the 70s

The things they said: loose - went to the pub without her husband threw herself about a bit put herself on show as a woman of loose morals wanted to...
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Angel 57 (Pizza Face and Tony)

Angel was late getting the twins dressed when Stacey came to tell her there was somebody on the phone. Adam clenched his fists like a boxer who was...
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Assange Dancing

I saw Assange dancing in the Ikon gallery in a windowless cubbyhole of a neo-gothic tower tucked away from wide white spaces where young people with...
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Thanks A Bunch

Thanks A Bunch It was Easter holidays, I’d been in to do a bit of marking And make sure the ‘Speaking and Listening’ had been entered Sarah a nd the...
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Love in the Days of Dial-up

We met on a VMS mainframe Over dialup, in bits per second - 1200
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Cone Of Enlightenment

Pine cones scattered waiting motionless, delicate living things, nature's minuscule diving boards that have no springs, upturned becomes shelter for...
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The Gorilla and the Primate.

You’ve heard the one about the Hippie and the Gorilla, right? Everyone has . . . Right? Well, there was this Lady called, whatever and she was...
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A Letter to a Neighbour

Dear Gloria, You don’t know me very well, perhaps you don’t know me really at all, and why would you, being so young, and having nothing more in...
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Angel 56 (old wounds)

Angel had kept in touch with Bruno by phoning him. They skittered around where Tony was like two drunks trying to find loose change to pay for a...
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Dare To Forget

I often tease my wife about hearing her voice of command when she's not around and this piece is one of those voices. The last of a trilogy about my mother in law's passing.

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