Cherrypicked stories

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Ars Amatoria

The first chapter of a failed love story. Post modern, cynical and hopefully funny!
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Euphoria

AN ACROSTIC POEM
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On Turning Sixty

The rewards of being sixty.
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He Loves Me... He Loves Me Not...

He loves me not... Wordless whispers through the trees Softest grass beneath my knees Buttercup decide my fate Hoping that it’s not too late. He loves me... Losing him I cannot bear
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.Street.Lights.

one winged bird, so fast, a blur, bruises are beginning to blossom on my pelvis.
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Crematorium

Is this everything - your name printed on paper two bunches of flowers and thirty-one people with your genes? Stories were never written on a string of DNA.
Poem of the week

Longs Close

It is not you I mourn but the walk to your house through the wheat on Dodds lane and the haze on Pyrford roads in high summer. Now, bereft of my place in those times
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Conjunction

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Bye Ways

Don't let the last words you say be angry ones...
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The Baroness Mk2.

Second attempt.
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Chapter Four: Being Pregnant is a Joy!

Kate is convinced she is pregnant by Tiny Penis. But she continues to carry her secret around until she knows for sure. Meanwhile her poor brother George wrestles with the future.
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Time means nothing here

When time collapses on itself, and now and then co-exist.
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Desert Blooms

Not entirely autobiographical...
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That Summer!

You leaned out on the branch, sniffing the pink(ish) flower. A bee lodged in your left nostril and stung you till it died; you fell to the ground screaming.
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Eight Foot Blue - 5

I wanted to say do you think that she could love me, and how exactly can you catch a shark?
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Whoever stole the speedboat

To whoever stole the speedboat - I want you to know you ruined Easter. I know some facts; you listen to classical music, you like orange things,
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Its been lonely in the stables since the horse died

I spilt milk on all the C.Ds, painted you a picture with my fingertips in which Sienna, you are the Eiffel Tower. I invited loads of people to the party, sat down
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Seasonal Fruits

My idea of where I came from, was completely influenced by our hindi films. I wasn't completely sure whether my mother knew the procedure of my conception.
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Life Lessons

I saw her last week on a bench. I couldn’t stand the awful stench. I looked away and hurried by, and didn’t look her in the eye. Her clothes were made of tattered rags,
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Reithian Principles

Poetry week on the Beeb...

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