Cherrypicked stories
The Man I Love
Love doesn't always have to look like in the movies.
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Consider the birds in the Winding Gear of Lancashire
Confounded letter
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Long ago & far away in a room of glass
Confounded letter
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Last year it was Halcyon perhaps
Confounded Letter
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Yesterday then was a Criticism of Mountains
Confounded letter
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Cydonia - One
This is the first part of a longer piece, currently sitting at about 13,000 words in 7 parts. I'm not sure at the moment if it's something that I want to expand further or to leave as it is.
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With Love
What will it take?
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if only
on reading Coleridge’s ‘the Aeolian harp’ while listening to Norman Cook’s remix of ‘brimful of Asha’
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True Love
Okay, I have the tendency to pick the wrong guys, but now I hit the scales big time even by my standard.
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The Cork
I put my thumbs under the rim of the cork and push ...
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Robert Mugabe Came To Dinner
The Captain and Mia are back and Archie is trying to start a game. ‘What four people would you invite to a fantasy dinner party?’ ‘Oh I love this game,’ says Bea.
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Date.
And it is coming round Like the pointed arms Of that dancer on telly Tick-tick-tick I know it's a nasty programme But I was moved. Although you are now Twenty girls ahead
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Open Letter
Words of magic in the high street.
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velocity of rest
This is a poem that attempts to think 'scientifico-poetically'; a bit like Einstein without his amazing sense of metre! I couldn't think what category this should go in.
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London Snow
I went to sleep alone yet woke to find you next to me. The white room was filled with an unnatural brilliant light as you broke the morning news, framed at the bedroom window like an arctic fox.
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Sleeping in the Library
Sleeping in the Library The house hums a harmony of children settled in their occupations and rain taps drumming thrumming fingers on the roof tapotement a heater makes the air drowsy
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Ode to an Age Old Struggle.
An experiment for me; my first sonnet. On love, art and science. (written in the Alexandrine meter). feel free to critique...
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They cannot make it alone
"Love ya lots babe, ur da best"
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Forever Jaded - Chapter 3
Richard sighed as he gazed up at the white whisps rolling across the sky. The clouds were different shapes and colors; some gray and long, some white and small.
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She died I think,
poem,version,editing,
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