Cherrypicked stories

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Mad Boys

No, I'm not telling you what it's about... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcRr-Fb5xQo
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Valencia Street

Valencia is a self-operating gypsy folk band - the players come and go, but the instruments keep on playing!
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Seeing Ahead

An experiment in voice with a nod to M.R. James
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SF. Pt.11g. Ashram.

Brief meditation.
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The Truth

The truth is a steal strong fact, its about how people act, what they feel as emotions, how it can turn into devotion, how it affects you personally, or some one else acidentally,
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Your Smell

When I wake you are gone, but I already knew this would be the case. You are always gone when I wake, always, and each and every time I see the place you should be but are not
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The Undoing

Ben seemed ok but the EMT insisted on calling a second ambulance just to make sure. You don’t take chances with head trauma, he obliged, especially with an infant.
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The Old Days

Bikes that had engines concealed in our lips, Or cards held to the spokes with 'Cellotape' strips.
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Southwold Revisited (The Sound of the Sea)

A walk on the pier in the pouring rain, not her best idea.
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A Window on Madness (part three)

Steve returns to the psychiatric unit after his night out(and wishes he hadn't). The mysterious character 'Llewelyn' is introduced.
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The Son of All Fears

Quite odd, really...
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An Age Of Difference

She is beauty made ugly by place and circumstance
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Love, Dies Not!

Only life ends; love is forever!
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Vanessa

My blue dress is still hanging in the wardrobe. And today, as I turned the corner onto Maryoteya Road, I thought of you.
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I lost You.

I lost you... Among the brick and stone the cotton and the soul, You slid beneathe the cracks of patterned tile, You flew between the dust and air. Someone said they saw you,
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High on Snow (Inspiration Point)

High on Snow (IP) (13th March, 2009, 20.49pm) Edgeless precipice; you look down, precarious, high on snow. I watch you. Naïve, I stumble in the light, troughed in some unbefitting,
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Soliloquy in Yellow

you lick the smoke from your cigarette and grin; your musings are an abstract to me.
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Weary - An Imperfect Pantoum

I've been reading about different forms in poetry and remembered a Pantoum I'd written some time ago. I thought I'd post it here to see what others thought of the form.
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Burlesque - 1

Snaking and fizzing, acidulous neon throbs; an elevated heart rate. An invitation.

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