Cherrypicked stories
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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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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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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Uncle Reggie's Study Room
Uncle Reggie heard my knock and, after two long minutes, opened the door.
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Angeni
A young woman searches for a reason why a member of her church calls her a different name.
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The visit
A passer-by wouldn’t notice the white plastic handle fastened next to the front door.
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Day 21 - Sunday
Water is cut by the misty runway of a pochard taking off
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The Author
Even my parents waited until my book was remaindered before buying a copy.
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Devil
This is part of some new writting after getting some advice from Mark brown..cheers mark!
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The coffee here is drugged
Send word. Send poison experts with bulletproof vests and superguns and get them to order mochas across the way. Just one and I was charged like a sixty-six inch cell,
Answerphone
A message on my answerphone, from a voice I've never heard, has left me full of yearning as I hang on every word. For my messages are usually, in truth, a bit mundane;
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Pretending he had done something wonderful
Cover from "Flowers for Algernon" by Daniel Keyes
Dandelions and daisies
Sitting quietly, alone for once, I feel the warm bruise of your departure and am glad that you came close enough to cause it. I send messages to you on dandelions
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Mercury Hours
We took turns all afternoon Once I persuaded you to come out. You ran away and yelled “fucked up messed up “ from Debbie’s flower bed then returned to the car.
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Day 19 - Adrienne goes through the metal detector
While I am armouring myself again - the broken turtleshell of my backpack, the chainmail of my keys, the thick wedge of my wallet
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Snip Not My Girdle
Snip not my girdle, Your Honour, should I fall to the floor like a badly leant guitar. Snip not my girdle, Mademoiselle! Hold instead a cheap vial of salts to my nostril.
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