Cherrypicked stories

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STEPPING OUT poem

...not around any more up the hill in her new nest another hunk in her mixed-up life forgetting three children...
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Uncle Tom (The Re-write)

My Late lamented Uncle Tom, a re-write. Last verse re-written
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I Met An Indian Yesterday

(dedicated to my fiancee Courtney Silverman) I met an Indian yesterday: he was about my age with wild eyes devoid of rage I met an Indian yesterday: his hair was long, black
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The Solitary Baptism

She walked with dignity and grace into the river........
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The Colt with the Blaze. The Song of its Short Beautiful Life.

A night, short in June with bats and moths attracted by rainbow fluid ligh
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Eight Foot Blue - 7

I wasn’t wearing my orange T-shirt with the picture of the Tiger on, and when I tool a big breath in, and held it there, then you could see my bones, my ribs, the shape of me.
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How It Is

He was posted to Basra.
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WINDY WORDS poem

“Mister, got some small change for a coffee?” then searching with puppy eyes expecting a thrust of hand into my pocket, not expecting a negative response
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Crisis Memes -13 - Fri 08 Aug 2256 13:00

“You want to see Harry?” asked Megan. “Is there something wrong?”
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Tomorrow's Children

In an infinite universe, anything is possible.
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The Married Couple Now Waiting To Depart

Are running sixty (six zero) minutes late. His carnation has been daubed with cylinder oil, her garter snagged on a wheel. Because Adam's a novice he took lessons from Reverend Crisp -
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I deal

I deal I put on sky blue leggings and get off the train in a new place where I am station met and taken to a building with a garden
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Crisis Memes 10 & 11

The library smelled musty, stale and damp. Real books really stink, thought Harry.
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Doorbell, and the reassuring presence of Socrates

The doorbell tones vary, stray electrical impulses share the airwaves, create impressions of a visitor, who isn’t there. False connections spark impulses tripping tunes into play.
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Freedom

Sand dunes stretch on for miles, tangerine dirt connect to yellow dunes, with green corridors of outlined with trees. Ride home, ride home. Leave us all alone with our screaming children,
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"ANGEL FACE"

While waiting for a friend in shop for coffee I looked at this magazine and jotted it down.from a beautiful face.
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Entry Point

The midwife's forceps held against a waxing moon - an astrolabe, an obsterical fillet: here - take them. Stand and wait. Adam drifts in his space-womb weightless as
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Here (IP)

Edited, punctuated, named, any better? Too much punctuation?
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Hello! It’s us.

"Hold on! I think I see an interested reader."

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