Cherrypicked stories

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Josie - Part 2

Continuation of the piece I posted earlier in the week. 3,500 words.
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Death by PowerPoint

There must be a factory that makes Conference Speakers
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The Red Sloop in the Harbour

The Red Sloop In the Harbour On very grey days if someone asked me unwisely "How are you?" I might tell the truth that my Mother has cancer of the egg basket and it might come to me
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Brothers in Arms

Soldiers in silence, in the dark...brothers in arms.
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together and apart at a train station

space a suited, booted lady plugged into her muscial, solipsistic world clicks her ankles space
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Packing

Sweetheart, I know it's hackneyed But I am shoving my guts Into a Billabong rucksack In the hope that If I take them on a mini-break They will learn to behave. And, yes, I might be listening
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Josie

A chapter from a longer piece I'm working on. How long I'm not sure yet. It's the first piece of writing I've managed for months. First draft. 4,000 words.
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Stains

Butterscotch milk edges the window, I made you dab-dab it all embarassed. Spattered chianti behind my bed, a failed date sparked out by 11. A patina of cum under a poster of Louise Brooks
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Rage

Rage Rage pours in my eyes and ears unctuous as Hemlock ,thick and oily I'm hapless as Hamlet though fuming for no oedipal cause News swarms like Furies
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Adventures In Drilling

Sort of a silly little story that doesn't really go anywhere.
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The Girl I Miss The Most

Some days her hair looked like a beautiful October cabbage. She was frightened of snowmen (especially when they were melting)
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We

The ‘We’ Lies After reading Simone Weil you put on a pair of sunglasses and stated emphatically that every sentence beginning with ‘we’ is a lie.
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The Samaradee

Juliet OC and Jingle had arrived early for a meeting with the King of Shenzhen; he had requested the presence of the five samaradee.
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Sweet Stalker

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M25

And on this TV, after a day spent behind the wheel thinking about fucking anyone but their wives, girlfriends or lovers,
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Ghost

When I’m dead I won’t come back Rattle my loose change in the dark Levitate the crockery while you eat Elbow a sulky shadow into your sun Shiver your neck with my cold mouth
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First Touch

200 words.
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Horses

Through early morning market town echoes, I walked past wood squared shop windows, resplendent in their cheese rounds and sunrise sides of ham, down narrow wynds, still tinged
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Simplicity

but the teaser might be longer than the poem is, know what I mean?

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