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Exits

We moved through the place like ghosts, really, wearing oversized coats, the petrified stares of stuffed mammals as masks. We crept backstage, rearranged the things we thought
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Out of the picture

A poem I've submitted for a poetry collection on the imporance of the photobooth - for an arts show in Chicago in April apparently. Just heard back and it got in! Woo hoo!
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Wasteland

It was a tired patch of grass at the end of the road. No-one ever went there, why would they?
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Unhinged Melody

Unhinged Melody (22nd February 2009, 9.18am) I sit here and watch outside your house, From two doors down, across the road, Waiting for you to get up and leave for work,
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A Bridge To Billy Joe

A sequel, perhaps, to Bobbie Gentry's wonderful Ode To Billy Joe!
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Damon

Oh, those rubber pants !
Poem of the week

I have not moved my mouth

Dear mr married, I'm not quite sure what we are negotiating - more that you are kissing me, and I have not moved my mouth.
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Distant Star

But don't let me stop you from checking out the bright lights.
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Green Shoots

...of recovery.
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The Others

All that breathes – moves – quakes, quickly darts for cover.
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Su Tung P'O

11th c. Chinese poet and painter (edited)
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The Day I Stared Deff in the Hood!

“I DISTINCTLY HEARD YOU SAY THAT YOU WERE DEAF.” “Yea! I yam! Don’t mean I can’t ear though!”
Story of the week

Derek Obama, President

The two men, strangers, stood at the checkout. They weren’t patient, but had not been queuing for long.
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The Justice League

This was inspired by the crazy xenophobic rantings by on my local paper's website. Some of the stories are plagued with comments that are simply obscene. www.peterboroughtoday.co.uk
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1 poem and two short stories.

Fuck! I wish I were festive! For Ezra. The synthetic fibres of Gran’s evergreen glow; pubes of a sweetcorn giant. Nose
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The Goodbye

Mama had a funny look on her face that I couldn't figure out at first. Then I realized she knew...
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Office Party

Another of my "Working Day" poems, based on one memorable Christmas Party in Leeds
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SF. Pt. 11d. Somewhere in Turkey.

A rough night somewhere in Turkey.

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