Cherrypicked stories

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Shopping 24th January

rain sequence in sequins street lights chrome orange luminous, strange shir shadows the thick yellow line at the road side gleams brocade beside...
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Wiggins writing exercise

unadulterated and off the top of my head
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Ah, Favourite City

It is, of course, the Colombian capital.
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Sebastian

A piece of travel writing, duh
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If I could be someone else

If I could be someone else, I would be an invisible someone who follows me around barking instructions - 'Go to the gym, reprobate.' 'Don't say that...
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Rendezvous

the perfect romantic setting
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Tin Ghost

Various dialogues
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Ball of String

Feelings and emotions
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Sardines

I always thought you needed fins To get packed into sardine tins But we all form a perfect cube When we are travelling on the Tube With someone's...
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I Drew My Own Face Again Today

sometimes words just don't cut it
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Pretty Horses

I know these things they take time to heal like most afflictions of the heart as a child in the beginning he was my hero he could make me laugh to...
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Surfacing

A drive North, to clear out the past...
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Lines In The Snow

Are you travelling in a straight line or a circle
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Gaunilo was a monk.

I'm taken with Gaunilo but my stomach heaves when he hitches up his cassock and springs into motion. Thin, hairy legs and much too pail, bringing on...
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Zeno's best friend.

In the warmth of May I learn to breathe and I part, with regret from the hibernation of intent. When I'm reintroduced to Gravity, the boy with the...
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Memory, distressed and focussed

A rose I squeeze, to be. Bleeding ignored, eyes focused on the beautiful days the petals surely had.
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Reflected

I wear one magnetic muddy shoe; strung out on time and dancing like a fool. Nothing comes off; I'm always bought so cheap.
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An unconvinced argument on how to mourn.

Frozen bees fall gently to the water, romantic piano chords turning slowly on the surface; more performance art with plans for education and...
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I Now Forget

Silk sleep and milk deep softness rest in feather down slumber as finger reach and rest on wanted skin. Eyes in mine are falling through the end of years

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