Cherrypicked stories

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A Criminal Business

I do not condone the pander or the pusher. I do wonder sometimes about Ms Smith... is she going to arrest every John? What next, arrest every customer in a drugs transaction? It's just daft.
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Thoughts From a Conversation Near Catbells

There in the shadow of Catbells you caught me with one of your stories about how you had been sent to bed as a kid because you wanted something more substantial
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Wanted, Companion - part one of three

Nanowrimo short story in three parts
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it might be too late

He`s sitting in his room, on a lonely faux leather sofa, the colour of an elephant, and it`s creased too, deep lines of pressure, folds in time.
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Letting Go

“Happy Mother’s day!” she says, standing in the front-porch. “These are for you,” thrusting two balloons in my hand, tied with ribbons ...
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Singapore, 1940

a "pome", more formal in form, less effective in effect... a sestina of sorts...
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For the pigeons

Part of a series of poems about Egypt
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Death's Visit

A man meets Death for the second time and throws a piece of toast at him.
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The Argument

The morning was behind them a wasted thing;
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Tender Bruises (rewrite for bosch)

Is it any better? I've tried to give you something more to interact with.
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The Egos Have Landed

You might think this should be in the first person singular . Are you sure?
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Ogre

A poem about my Mum
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The Wicker Men

A poem about my Dad.
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Niki

CW exercise for course. It's supposed to be a dramatic monologue. Not sure what that actually is.
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Buy One Get One Free

The lather’s to die for – bubbles galore! Cost an arm and leg but sure as hell I’m worth it; Dolce Vita by Christian Dior.
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Namecheck

On the radio Jeff sings a song Namechecking all the countries In the world In reality: He has only been To Argentina She was called Paula Her breasts smelled Of chicken Nuggets.
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Daisy,

poem, from the sarong collection...
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Lady of Land pt II -- 'Life in Boxes'

It’s early October. I’ve been sharing Sally’s flat with her for two weeks since Anita left. Just Sally. And I. Sharing. Two weeks. I arrange to move out.

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