Cherrypicked stories

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Shaving Monkeys

I hate shaving monkeys but someone’s got to do it. The monkeys aren’t going to shave themselves. Even if they were smart enough there would still be some spots that they just couldn’t reach.
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It Was All A Dream

It all started in a relatively low-key way. Gossip rags got excited about celebrities sleeping with unlikely people.
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Eight letters, Starting with M...

I sit back down to do the crossword in G2. I’ve been stuck on six down all morning. Eight letters, starting with M: The quality of being in accord with standards of right or good conduct.
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Almost

Poem
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The joys of American motels

Ever stayed in a really grotty motel? Sometimes it doesn't matter what the room's like
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One night stand

It wasn't meant to last
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Break Me Gently (A poem inspired by song by Doves and a break up)

Breaking you gently; The more gentle I am The more you break. I have crushed you with my kindness Not understanding Cruelty As kindness. I continued to squeeze until you
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Dolly

A Dixie darling making it anyway she can on the streets of Los Angeles finds hope in the midst of squalor.
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Blood Meridian

I know these things today. They take years to heal, to unravel. Most afflictions, are a ticking clock. As a child, in the beginning, he was my hero. He could make me laugh,
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Ockham Mill

It took me too long to understand the sharp angst of winter; the frozen canals, the loss of life to a deep
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Socks

“That was the time when you kept losing all your socks, can't you remember?” She seemed surprised that Martin could not remember such a momentous event in their marriage.
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Papa Smurf Pays A Visit

Yesterday I was sitting at my desk writing when I turned around and noticed Papa Smurf standing in the centre of the floor behind me.
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Jack Wax

For nearly all her life, Marion has dreamed of the North Woods and eating maple syrup, snow-frozen into Jack Wax.
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Libby

She said unexpectedly that she loved me and would let me touch her.
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I find Keats in Rome

For you are here, and everywhere where like- minded spirits read your words.(breathe them, eat them)
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A Real Poet

He said he was a poet and I believed him, fool that I am. All that talk about the gentle coiling of hair around hair was just talk. Just words made up.
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Becher's Brook

A thirteen year old boy struggles to cope with incongruous emotions whilst on a Majorcan pedalo excursion . An encounter with nature provides an ineffable glimpse into the future.
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Can't quite

Can’t quite And you can’t quite wash the smell of nicotine off your fingers and a friend comes out to you in the rush hour tube and everyone at work is doing lines off the bar

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