Cherrypicked stories

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Glory Days

In those hungry years when we were young we had nothing.
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The E-cot

A family prepares for the birth of a child.
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Scene from an Imaginary Western

IPOW mythagora is probably a made up word... but if it existed - being made from myth and agora - it might have Ancient Greek roots and mean place of legend.
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Acceptance

My mother drew in my cries in a glittering net from the pit of my stomach.
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Slade and Wham at Christmas

and you hear Slade and Wham and Driving Home for Christmas by Chris Rea.
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unshaven man at a window

I’m not sure what I’m dancing to.
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In Another Life

“There is a better place,” she says. Tells me it’s my call. Up to me to decide where that will be.
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Myth Day 2

DAY 2: INT. BATHROOM OF MOTOR HOME, MORNING. FADE IN:
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Hush

...and the reasons we can’t and no one will bless us and smoke and refresh and Bach’s Rescue Remedy in a Walthamstow toilet and ghazals.
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SF Pt.7 The River of Shit.

Gatwick was not always London's second busiest airport.
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Summer in the San' 1956

2nd in the trilogy Life in The San'1956 Edited Version
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The First Day In The TB Sanatorium 1956

This is the first in a trilogy of poems about my days in the TB San' 1956
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Professor Jones Lectures on Death and Dying

There are many kinds of death and each one a child's. He quotes from Lucretius When death is, we are not at his right hand I drift through the last taboo unafraid of expiation.
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An occasional poem for Christmas

A bit of Christmas dreer. All the best poems begin with 'In', innit? But I didn't write the initial 'In' of this one, so I'm not being big-headed. Happy Christmas! :0)
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RS10 - The Aftermath

Ryan and Ben talk about last nights events leading to a confession from Ryan. Meanwhile, his brother puts a new plan into motion.
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The Angel of Mons - Chapter twelve

Twelve George raised himself slowly and accepted his cup of tea with a smile. Graham drew back the curtains and when George looked up all he could see was uninterrupted blue sky.
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He Wears Me!

Still ticking!!!

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