Cherrypicked stories

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Evening in Paris

I used to ask her where she went most every night. “To see a man about a dog,” was always her reply
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B B

Beth Builder At ten years old I knew her name was alliterative But that’s not why she’d give Me thrills when she passed my classroom windowsill
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Alfie

We always said the booze would kill him...
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Sourdough for Sara

This poem is about the suffering endured on the Oregon Trail.
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A woman counts alone in flat 33.

We have exhausted all the usual explanations. Too fast for days, hours, minutes, it is not time she measures; except in her own ageing face in the dark mirrored window.
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Social Ministry

SOCIAL MINISTRY
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Millimetres

Maybe a bit sappy? A short story of endless love and moving forward.
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Happy Hour in Hoboken

short and sour... like some drinks...
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Underbelly

We search for it
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Self portrait taken from a mobile phone

There is nothing of me here; only response and request; times and places; an odd draft of something long out of date. I do not keep everything I should; you are disappeared, even that photograph of us with the Tyne bridges glowing. It is old now. And gone.
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Moonchild

Our pilgrimage, this - our last ditch attempt as if, by some miracle, this would make you well again.
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The Affinity IV

If you missed the earlier episodes of The Affinity, the story starts here: http://www.abctales.com/story/ian-hobson/affinity
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Buttons

My father is a large man. Larger than a normal man. He's very important. People say so, but they don't need to. I can tell he's important. He knows so. He wears a uniform.
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It's hard to imagine any of our friends will die

there is no time for asthma attacks or carbon monoxide poisoning, motorway pile ups or complications during minor surgery
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Discover the Bay

Hiya folks! Welcome to Aquarium of the Bay, where the fun never ends. If you’re not convinced, look no further than my face!

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