Cherrypicked stories
Images
Memory takes motion and freezes it. Each moment captured and held, there, a picture on the gallery wall. Here's where those moments will all end. Here's the last picture, where she turns
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- 2185 reads
this is how we would say goodbye
an acrostic fashioned from soba noodles spelling out s-e-e y-a with the first word being serendipity which was also a film starring John Cusack. Or- a capoiera sequence
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- 877 reads
Art will Save the World
200 words.
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- 4272 reads
The Summerhouse
In time, Manda managed to forget a great deal. But she would never forget those eyes.
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- 2438 reads
Tony
I stay where I am when I see Tony come into the bar, standing by the optics with a tea towel in my hand. Tom turns his back and starts polishing cutlery. He's worked here for longer than I have.
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- 1215 reads
Week
Imagine if the sky cracked open like a cheap plate and through the cracks seeped tiny coach-horses topped by even tinier men and the tinier men held aloft scripted banners
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- 849 reads
Gibraltar Nights
Dulce et Decorum est pro patria bibere
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- 1227 reads
At Whipps Cross
Hung over like a broken bridge, in this florescent rectangle. I’m gazing at a ceiling, designed by a minimalist My head screams, my eyes drip. The caffeine addicts,
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- 1288 reads
There is no Epiphany
200 words.
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- 2214 reads
G
I am on my way to visit Paul the carpenter, previously Paul the mental health worker, and before that, Paul the volunteer at a Fijian NGO.
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- 1031 reads
i'm not dreaming
This text is a dance piece to premiere in 2008.
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- 1247 reads
visitation
This was written for a photo-book of concentration camps.
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- 1050 reads
lying in wait
A poem written for a photo-book of abandoned places.
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- 1053 reads
parametric
If I had a coat of arms, this text would be inscribed upon it.
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- 1043 reads
The Suitcase
University had cleared me out. I had debts towering over me like obelisks and only two pairs of underpants left. I wore them on alternate weekdays, inside-out at weekends.
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- 1360 reads
I took the pen
I took the pen That filled those forms. Marriage and divorce. Then stood on a safe balcony With a spring turned summer too quickly Steam coming off the hill below Swallowing the trees
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- 735 reads
Sunshine
Jimmi Patel left the house at an unaccustomed run. Not quite out of condition yet, he thought, but bloody near it.
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- 1822 reads