Cherrypicked stories
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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The dreaming
I have a dream
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Head space
When did the wind gaffer two Stanley knives together to slice me like this? Fingers reddened to clay; but the metaphorical hi-viz and hard hat untouched in the back of the car
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THE CAMEL BOY
A young boy and his camels, endless days in the desert, and the injustice of life. So hopeless is his life that he has even forgotten his name.
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CHRISTMAS CALLING
A mixture of old and new with a touch of magic
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Rib Graft Surgery
Dear Diary, I've decided to write in detail about 3 Major surgeries I've had in my life. The first one I will tell you about is my Rib Graft.
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Browsing Through CDs at the Supermarket
This was my second time around the aisles in half an hour and the still empty basket at my side was making me feel conspicuous.
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Mouse
Will Mouse befirend Cat? Trust? Betrayal? Very short.
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Letters to a Dead Man
I can’t believe I am writing a letter to a dead man. It’s crazy. It’s not like I really knew you.
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Mother (or Findus Crispy Pancakes)
Those nights in front of the gas fire with the Mitchells, Dingles, Duckworths. You cooked Findus crispy pancakes and I basked in the warm orange glow, your little superman in spiderman pyjamas.
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Champagne, Maybe
I am drunk and they know. I lift my head. A shard of glass sticks out from low in my stomach, catches the lamppost light. It’s a striking image. I should write a song about it.
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Large Collider
A boy named Hadron
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Yesterday, upon the stair
One goes mad in suburbia
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The Long Drop
What's a time travelling alcoholic to do?
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I remember ...
The way the wine dribbled down the bottle and you wiped it with your hand – licked your fingers as it drizzled down your chin
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Shades of the Horizon
It was a black and white landscape. Black waves brushing the silent beach Where white sand curled around my numb feet. That was the night we chased each other with the waves
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Black and White: The Beach
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Poet, Heal Thyself
The mourners come like bedraggled crows to swarm the casket. I find I have cried for her too many times; my tears are dry, they fall like confetti
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