Cherrypicked stories
Stroanfreggan
I hope I remember the house on the third cattle grate, bread bin post box and deep stone wall. The school room where children, miles from home, once learnt grammar,
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- 1247 reads
The Face of Ze'ev
The cab launched and swerved through the winding subarbs of Jerusalem. I took in a lungful of warm, tarmac-and-olive tinged air, and I knew I was back. How long had it been - three, four years?
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- 955 reads
Issue
So he approximates neurosis for the cameras but offset he's congruent as a set of satellite blueprints. It's just mind tourism, the flirting with thought-walks
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- 1273 reads
A Mind Reader Once
A mind reader once turned his powers against himself and saw God's strobing eye in the feedback loop, glassy like a porthole and gazing at nothing specific. Next he saw a cherry tree
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- 1279 reads
Petrified Gossamer
Petrified Gossamer A sugar cage of red Welsh gold spun and shaped by flame draped uncomfortably on Ockhams Razor a secular angel on the head of a pin flexible as windblessed cobweb
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- 1216 reads
It rained on sunday morning
I coloured in your life line in pink. Your resistance was soft limbed, You ruffled my hair. We watched the river burst its banks and flow into Thomas’s field
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- 2137 reads
Money Changes Everything
200 words.
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Grit.
There is grit in her eyes. She is Silvia, 87 years old and sitting in her favorite chair. She rubs the grit from her eye seeing the blur of her first love flitter around her field of vision.
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- 949 reads
The Art of Conversation
200 words.
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- 2438 reads
Symbiosis
Ever had insect problems? Read on...
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- 1640 reads
The Vessel
You had no care for the debris of brick lumps and shards of glass; even these fragments of an earthenware vessel, emerging near the primroses like chipped teeth,
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- 488 reads
9/11
Because there was a chance we might need each other, and because I left for lunch early to gawp at it between the knot of panicked bodies
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- 498 reads
Slave Master
A poem about a cousin who was staying with me briefly.
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- 909 reads
I am an Angel
When I tell people that I am an Angel they usually smile, vaguely. It doesn’t matter if they believe me or not. Because I am, and Denial doesn’t alter the Truth, however much it shakes its head.
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Note
Dear Girl across the yard, I am sorry I can see into your window. I think you need to know your flatmate is creeping through your things in the evenings.
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- 1368 reads
Day 28 - Why I want to be a Famous Poet
I'd tolerate others' neediness and weaknesses with the sympathy and gentlemanly manner of a person within one month's reach of a skiing holiday...
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- 765 reads
Meeting Emma In The Toilets
at last, after four years of howsitgoings; intro seminars sat adjacent when we all ignored the Hi speech before us, panicking about what we would say; spells of not knowing for certain
Skin flint
Skin flint My mother used her skin like flint, said she hadn’t shaved since Patti Smith got on stage and pissed on pop posters. She cut our hair in lego lines,
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- 1008 reads
Uncle Reggie's Study Room
Uncle Reggie heard my knock and, after two long minutes, opened the door.
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- 1204 reads