Cherrypicked stories

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Dial Tone

"In the distance, someone is crying." An experiment with Synaestesia.
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Lake Fides

How simply I learned to pause, tilt , plunge into the gravel pit on stark cobalt evenings
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before you smile again

before you smile again 14th April 2008, 10.32pm a sense of déjà vu your eyes give you away I can read you like a book I can’t put down marking the page
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The Grid

‘Three young women in as many weeks,’ says DCS Draper, ‘naked, strangled, found floating like paper boats in the canal.’ Superintendent Mercer coughs uncomfortably. ‘Four, sir.
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I Like To Move It, Move It

My supervisor’s supervisor started doling out the words ‘head office’, ‘management’ and ‘London’ like an older, popular kid with flash lollipops.
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The Common Cormorant or Shag

The Common Cormorant or Shag Lays its eggs in a paper bag, So the Puffin can be a bit of a shock, ...
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Cydonia - Two

The Second part to my longish short story, Cydonia.
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Spring Morning

I can see how it will happen on some new spring morning when the day is eager to begin in sharp sunshine and birdsong. The way you rise up, naked and free to taste the sun on the bright air
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A Rum Do

Inspiration point 11.04.08
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Arm leaves

My mother dropped a paper in the sink and all the stories sailed in on ships billowing and billowing about how we fall down and then get the grip of the rope under our feet
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Eat bees

The park couldn’t have picked a person on their way to ‘not in a hurry’ more accurately. She strolled by the trees as if her knees were olive oiled,
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Tattoos

Harry ducked under the door frame into the apartment and Katharine immediately noticed the scarring on his bare forearms; two symmetrical, swollen lines around the thicker part before each elbow.
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His house has white brick balconies

a dad juggling wowing his daughter's friends as he catches a satsuma in his mouth.
Poem of the week

Cause and Affect

I have my first real-life Facebook stalker. At 65 he is younger than my previous stalker.
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Unopened letters

Some mornings come in hazy light; sun rays that flutter between the curtains and the dusty oak beams, run along the ceiling digging my eyes of blue sleepiness
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Inspiration Point 11.04.08

A revamped ode to an old teacher.
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Lark ascending

was not sure - seemed to be good to be true ...

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