Cherrypicked stories
SF Pt.7 The River of Shit.
Gatwick was not always London's second busiest airport.
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Queen City Of The Lakes
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Summer in the San' 1956
2nd in the trilogy Life in The San'1956 Edited Version
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The First Day In The TB Sanatorium 1956
This is the first in a trilogy of poems about my days in the TB San' 1956
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Professor Jones Lectures on Death and Dying
There are many kinds of death and each one a child's. He quotes from Lucretius When death is, we are not at his right hand I drift through the last taboo unafraid of expiation.
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Somewhere near the Maricopas: Elizabeth Lucas-Taylor Interview
Everyone is unique--even the stinkers you meet along the way...
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An occasional poem for Christmas
A bit of Christmas dreer. All the best poems begin with 'In', innit? But I didn't write the initial 'In' of this one, so I'm not being big-headed. Happy Christmas! :0)
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RS10 - The Aftermath
Ryan and Ben talk about last nights events leading to a confession from Ryan. Meanwhile, his brother puts a new plan into motion.
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The Angel of Mons - Chapter twelve
Twelve George raised himself slowly and accepted his cup of tea with a smile. Graham drew back the curtains and when George looked up all he could see was uninterrupted blue sky.
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He Wears Me!
Still ticking!!!
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The dreaming
I have a dream
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Head space
When did the wind gaffer two Stanley knives together to slice me like this? Fingers reddened to clay; but the metaphorical hi-viz and hard hat untouched in the back of the car
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THE CAMEL BOY
A young boy and his camels, endless days in the desert, and the injustice of life. So hopeless is his life that he has even forgotten his name.
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CHRISTMAS CALLING
A mixture of old and new with a touch of magic
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Rib Graft Surgery
Dear Diary, I've decided to write in detail about 3 Major surgeries I've had in my life. The first one I will tell you about is my Rib Graft.
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Browsing Through CDs at the Supermarket
This was my second time around the aisles in half an hour and the still empty basket at my side was making me feel conspicuous.
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Mouse
Will Mouse befirend Cat? Trust? Betrayal? Very short.
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Letters to a Dead Man
I can’t believe I am writing a letter to a dead man. It’s crazy. It’s not like I really knew you.
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Mother (or Findus Crispy Pancakes)
Those nights in front of the gas fire with the Mitchells, Dingles, Duckworths. You cooked Findus crispy pancakes and I basked in the warm orange glow, your little superman in spiderman pyjamas.
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Champagne, Maybe
I am drunk and they know. I lift my head. A shard of glass sticks out from low in my stomach, catches the lamppost light. It’s a striking image. I should write a song about it.
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