Cherrypicked stories

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The Man In Front

Experiments in narration.
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Not Fading Away

Old soldiers....
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Rabid O’manleybich and the Spindly Youth

Satircal take on the greed in British football , using a traditional fairy-tale format
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Jewish Mother

...I can just see that husky fisherman in a dress!"
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The Creased Dyslexic and the Fine Artist

A public hanging. Tense canvases stretched taut, cadmium poppies grimacing, the wire slack, them: leaning forward, kicking away from the wall. I can spot it from Twenty feet.
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A message worth inking out

At 17 years old I was called a ‘jitter’ in my home town Now ‘jitters’ were guys that were renowned for our frowns And our interest in the post grunge sound
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Did I mention I’m Going to New York?

It seems I am still in a mood. I am experiencing the opposite of homesickness.
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Politic

poem
Story of the week

Lode Star

Story 2 of the Babel series.
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The making of pinky

Pinky still remembers with a shudder her encounter with the strange tutor.
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!!!Oh Mother!!!

I had a dream the other night though it wasn't night and I didn't sleep I took a ride on a cosmic train and saw many lands through acid rain, could barely breathe through my pain;
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Henry's Cellar

Smooth as gravel voice sucked from her soul hitting the notes that make me shiver. All at once we’re in a cloud Horn, sax - mighty sound they deliver. Henry’s cellar hot and loud
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Why of adventures more than of green spectacles?

“We’re bored. You’re boring us!” The muses whine I explain that poetry isn’t all sex and drugs and rock n roll Their eyes darken. One turns on the television
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Mr. Darcy piñata

The reception was without incident Until bobbing through the doorway Came a piñata the shape of Mr. Darcy He buffered across to the canapés Where, dipping occasionally, he melted
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Happy Birthday Cyril

Cyril throws his slimy sock to the other side of the room and apologises to Stan for the shaky bunk. “Don’t mention it friend. If you can’t enjoy Me Time on your birthday, when can you?”
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The best 15 minutes of my Easter holiday

A train And on that train Me And three old dears Women who’ve been on this earth for years and years And it’s lovely Because the train carriage may smell
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I want a girl who reads

“So, what do you go for in a girl?” He crows, lifting a lager to his lips Gestures where his mate sits Downs his glass “He prefers tits I prefer ass. What do you go for in a girl?”

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