Cherrypicked stories

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Asking after Thomas.

There was a message on my answerphone from Jem. Terry was dead. The funeral was on Thursday.
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Briefs Encounter

Trainspotting and kinky sex, as suggested by a writing exercise! I don't need to copyright this one, do I?
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After Seeing a Few Italian Maids Crush Grapes with their Feet

I watched Maria and Maria and Maria together form out with their feet the perfect drink. and as I sat and watched the lonely olive trees against the bright blue, I thought of Bacchus,
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American Vignettes (Travels in my Wigwam)

Long poem about travels across the west coast of the USA.
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Refreshments

Coming through with hot Tea, tea scorching tea, hot Poker, a branding fork that will Sizzle and spit to the bone.
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Friends Reunited

200 words.
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Saved by the Soil

Scavenging through the mush and coming up live, Before the water shed, with a pornographic Magazine covered in marshmallow and pork jelly.
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#11 - The Curious Incident of Bill Nighy and the England Football Team in the, er, Night-Time

In the week of David Beckham’s recall to the England squad, Bill Nighy – yes, that Bill Nighy – has felt compelled go public to express his consistent and undiminished support for his fellow nat
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Day 29 - Yawn

She stretches out on the bed, gown untied!
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DESIRE

Part of a series inspired by names of (very) small towns in the United States
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Cufflink

Julian sucks a Chicken McNugget and shrugs
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Valentine's Pome

This year, in order to save on Valentine’s Day guilt, Why not put some effort into your indifference? Show her you really don’t care With a KFC bucket and warm can of Tizer.
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The Cartographer's Revenge

Cartographers are evil...
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The Witch Doctor Consults his Divorce Lawyer

The Witch Doctor Consults his Divorce Lawyer Who can say which comes first – the cane toads with their bassoons or the rainstorm? The red-faced
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The Actual Queen

You imagine an alternative life for her where she is a waitress in a checker-board pie shop, jellied eels piled up like alien spines.
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Flint

The conversation we had about patterns in leaves, in cabbages, Romanesque, the golden ratio between our finger joints
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On grinding at sixteen

Pippa and me, her three years younger and still more accustomed to vodka, wandering a field full of tents, glow sticks and bands you'd sort-of heard of and didn't feel like sweating for.
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Idylls

Here and there...
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What is it Exactly?

What is it exactly that you plan to do with all the moments you saved; the stolen seconds that amassed to hours the sprinted escalator at Waterloo,

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