Cherrypicked stories
The Deadly Sixth
Writers are the worst offenders, don't you think? The tiniest bit of sand in the soul?
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The Killing Floor
What's that on the end of your fork?
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Critical Understanding
Critical Understanding (31st January, 2009, 11.21pm) Line up the imperfect lines of poetry against the towering wall of commentary as the critics load, lock, raise their weaponry.
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The way your face lights up
when you hear on the radio someone you like has died like Heath Ledger or Tony Hart
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Driving Ahead
Driving Ahead; How bad can one journey become?
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Holcombe - the last time
‘Must be in my second childhood,’ the old man mused, as he watched her chase the waves ...
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The Driving Lesson (PART 1)
But we’re parked; what did you think She was going to do; ram us with her Zimmer frame?
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Intricate Kenning
This was the first of two written for the same challenge as Luigi's My approach is much different though
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Tim Clare For Regent
Googling myself recently, I discovered I had a namesake - a Republican chappie called Tim Clare, running for Regent of Nebraska University.
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Who's John?
Now I don’t do this often But before I move on There’s a man here in spirit Sorry madam – who’s John? I’m being told John And a connection with Paul… If I said the name Dave
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The Bastard - He Doesn't Exist
Work in progress - inspired by Sam
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Loneliness is a language
What could I do or say? Would pain smooth out under my perfect words? Would it even listen? Winds soothe and refresh. Green shades in the land please the eye, and sitting by the water
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Out beyond its depth
Next to the railway line, this house, resentful of being looked at, painfully holds itself up straight, ashamed of its gawky gables and blind windows, embarrassed
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Writing Home
IP: Red dress and Spider I curse it! Just another whore in a red dress on any street corner.
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Intimacy versus Intricacy
An acrostic poem.
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Pub Banter! (East End Style)
“Where was you, when manners was handed out?” “Round the corner, having a fag. Where was you?” “Round the other one, shagging your Mum; there was a queue!”
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Teachologue
An insight....!!! Tearing hair out? Me? Never!
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The Story of the First Eclipse and How the Stars Were Born
A very long time ago before there were people on the earth, the Gods were sitting in their palace on high, and out of their boredom they created the Sun and the Moon to fill up the empty sky.
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- 599 reads
Bright like Quartz
The white points of her knuckles are bright like quartz sticking out of heather where she’s holding on so hard and I think about her little skeleton underneath that rosy flesh.
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