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And yet...

And yet… (10th June 2009, 10.09am) you’ve gone dark, absolved any guilt in radio blackness, blocking the airwaves with apathy. I was content with nothing;
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Schooling In The 21st Century : After The Credit Crunch

In a school where lottery winners’ kids are schooled in the same class as the kids of top bankers, stockbrokers and politicians, while millions exist on meagre benefits.
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Returning to Empty Rooms

history, memories and the scars they leave
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The advisor

a soft story relating to sacrifice in matters of love
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We

Lights glare, the sounded pursuit Begins as we enter the next phase, as moment motions us to our destiny, linking the past to the present, timing our entry to absolute perfection,
Story of the week

Eight Foot Blue - 6

What I hated most about life, and the holiday, was walking anywhere with Dad.
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Driving Great Aunt Maisie

We'd already done 'I Spy' to death...
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SF. Pt. 16. Mewsing.

Excuse the pun.
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A Sad Old Bear

My name is Edward T D Bear, I’m fifty-five today. The coat and hat of plaid I wear is faded now to grey. My old fur body’s not the same as what it used to be.
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Radiation, Suicide, Superpowers

All superheroes have their own believable origin story. Batman lost his parents, Superman lost his planet, Spider-Man lost his ability to never get bitten by a radioactive spider. I’m no different.
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Matty - Part 9

Recap: After their date at the pub, Philippa had taken Matthew back to The Manor.
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Ars Amatoria

The first chapter of a failed love story. Post modern, cynical and hopefully funny!
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Euphoria

AN ACROSTIC POEM
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On Turning Sixty

The rewards of being sixty.
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He Loves Me... He Loves Me Not...

He loves me not... Wordless whispers through the trees Softest grass beneath my knees Buttercup decide my fate Hoping that it’s not too late. He loves me... Losing him I cannot bear
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.Street.Lights.

one winged bird, so fast, a blur, bruises are beginning to blossom on my pelvis.
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Crematorium

Is this everything - your name printed on paper two bunches of flowers and thirty-one people with your genes? Stories were never written on a string of DNA.
Poem of the week

Longs Close

It is not you I mourn but the walk to your house through the wheat on Dodds lane and the haze on Pyrford roads in high summer. Now, bereft of my place in those times
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Conjunction

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Bye Ways

Don't let the last words you say be angry ones...

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