Cherrypicked stories

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The Key

poem
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Faded Collection

Looking back can be sweet.
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Fitzrovia in These Times

Somewhere out there I’ve a home in the city a table, a staircase, a rent-book and you.
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The Schoolgirls

The Schoolgirls (9th October 2008, 10.02am) We got sent to the science technicians to Have our illegal nail-polish removed. We pulled the petals off the daisies to
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No fire

Elsa's lies cause heartbreak and horror for Rob and his family. But time and love have ways of stealing reason...and causing the most unlikely of romances.
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Night Crawling

The car is a volcano of smoke. Matt hands me the spliff and turns onto the high street. Streetlights pass above us like fireflies. The tip is moist but I inhale deeply.
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Pear-Shaped

My body is wrong. Every crease, every curve Is a contradiction, Like a figure eight Seen in a warped mirror.
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Dinner Is Always Gone Too Soon

Dinner is always gone too soon The plate too quickly cleared. Leaving worn ceramic patterns and a fat man’s lonely fears. In the darkened hours that lie ahead Before the next meal comes
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What Kind of a Name is Penelope?

She stirred up the leaves with her white, spiky Nikes.
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How to get published

The Roberts were just plain greedy. Ugly, feckless and greedy - what a bunch of bloody eejits. It was obvious to anyone with half a brain that they were ‘copycatting’...
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Variable Rate

I bent downward, the plug rigid in my fingers Like a crucifix in a dead priests hand And pushed it toward the socket It chipped at the sides so I leant in further
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Monday Sonnet: Coda

That's it. There's no more sonnets. You change place. And I will be your Cyrano no more, There will be no more calling you 'Your Grace,' No speech, no other witty metaphor.
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Ephraim Goodfellow

Recession is nothing new...
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The Spider

What I hated about mezze was a spider that spread his picnic-blanket net, sat like a roman in the centre as dishes flung themselves around his plate. That spider never doubted,
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All Is Quiet, Tonight

A peaceful interlude.
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Met

I should’ve been asleep, but sat upright clasping a cup of cold coffee to my chest and listening out for everyone who hadn’t met yet… Remember the Brandywell Lane bus stop
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The Last Time I Saw You

A life and love gone awry

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