Cherrypicked stories

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The Fridge

A short story about the fridge that never killed me.
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Doing a Corporate

2 co-workers are ill-met at a New Year's Eve Corporate celebration
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Secret Messages

He leaves the phone cradle Turtle-flipped beside a biro Doodle of fire To remind her Of the night they sat Wang-eyed on a see-saw And kids set some bins alight Near the far railings.
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Credits

Poem #1
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Pale and Ignorant

A long exhalation of air, laden, worrisome. A sound in the dark. Two figures le, one sleeps,
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Dreams: Monday to Friday.

Monday: I am scoring anti-capitalist slogans on a Coke billboard at the back of London Road market whilst supping a Sprite. My geography teacher points out that Sprite
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Deep Soul Treasure

A friend said today. That I have to split love. Between, a reason, a season, or forever. I'd never heard that before. But it makes a sense. Although it's still raw. I think of her,
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In

In The women are armed with brochures but I don’t want to walk down that street, to where the post box waits for me with its lips baby bell split, inviting wanting.
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Mrs F*** (remix)

What the hell.
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Mabel takes Roxy

Handbags at dawn as two mini media types meet over the magazines
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Goodbye to Jane

Goodbye to a real hero.
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Noah's Story

Part 3 of my story The Solitude of Fireflies.
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Theatre Toilet Tale

Backstage back chat with a toilet cleaner of theatreland, working through personal resentment during a Summer Season
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Illusion

Follow up of Birdman, found under my collection entitles "The Solitude of Fireflies"
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Flavia's Full Fat Granita

Swift coffee in an internet cafe sparks a domestic.
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B & Q

And we have whisked down We are redecorating We are upholstering We are shelving We are slopping paint onto walls Mine is Russian Velvet She can't decide between Laguna Landscape
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The Phantom of Ravenscar

They never found her body. One would think that, High on a bleak, treeless headland Finding a girl’s body would be easy But nobody ever saw Adelaida again Some think that the ravens
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Last Thought To Pimlico

To her. He was one of those days. An unpaid bill. Spilling blood on his sold life. He took the wrong turning, into her chocolate coated eyes. She melts away now. He sucks her wrapper.

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