Cherrypicked stories

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Scissors I.P.

Written a while ago but the result of a Zen writing workshop which inspired my suggestion for this week's Inspiration Point.
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Ellipsis

I lie in a foetal fold, Still born, still as a pillar, A cold heavy stone, Unmoved by my existence
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I almost lost the stars...

That girl walking on the other side of the road - do you see her? She’s my favourite memory. And she’s ruining my life.
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All the Young Dudes (I.P.)

Heed my warning or proceed at they peril!
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Infestation

I warned you about the danger of letting poems into the house. Now we have verse everywhere, sonnets asleep in the kitchen and bawdy ballads in the bedrooms.
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December day

When the silence of the world seems to be saying something
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Before the Radiotheraphy

Everything's trivial now, except this.
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The Late Train

"The vast windswept hillsides that stretched for miles around had sunk into the gulf. Their invisible presence witness"
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Four stages of Manic Depression inspired by Jimmy Hendrix

To read more of this story, buy My Baby Shot Me Down, a Blinding Books anthology containing work of new women writers: http://blindingbooks.com/?page_id=350
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Boys and Girls and Music

Heavily scented and bunched together like perfume-heavy spring blossoms,
Poem of the week

Union Cottages Revisited

Bedlam Lane and the gasworks, and a freight line running through. Red terraced houses, two-up, two-down, with the sound and the distant view
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Daguerreotype III

Nope, still got no idea what this is about!
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Waiting for the Thaw

They tell me guilt is normal...when things like this happen.
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SHE SHUTS HER EYES…

She shuts her eyes, an image comes An image comes unbidden, Pictures play inside her mind Of things she's long kept hidden. He shuts his eyes, no image comes No visions plague his mind,
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Daguerreotype II

I have no idea! You were going to ask what it's about, weren't you?
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A fragile past

The danger of looking after time-travelling despots.
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Mistaken love

Not sure about this
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Losing It

Losing your faith is not like losing your favourite scarf or your mother's brooch. (The one with the golden peacock feathers.)
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AFTER MADNESS - CH 1 : 6 - I Don't Like Crowds.

I looked up my psuedo family today on Facebook. They were ALL there! Margaret is alive still. She must be 79 years old. John is alive too - her 2nd husband, and both my "sisters" and their kids!

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