Cherrypicked stories

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For My Villaintine

Every 14th of February, whether or not I myself must plough through drifts of scented envelopes I like to recline, with some fortified wine, and spare a rare thought, unbidden, unsought for the legions of scowl-ridden, lovelorn misanthropes.
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Anywhere But Here

"Find us a place where people don't ask fool questions¦where the morning air comes through an open window¦tangled in bird song¦where we can feel alive again, Jake. Like I said before anywhere but here.
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Marks in the morning

The ceiling holds me in a dry awake. I love theologising sleep, the blue tack mark non interuption where no phone rings and no one speaks. Snug in my mountain sleeping bag I hold the torch up,
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Plot

The boy next door is plotting to take over the street, he holds his mug like a mother and chats to me about ousting Blair computer screen savers and charity clothing appeals. He lays down a line of credit cards,
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The Acrobat

Falling out of love She does well
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Shepherd

Poem has been temporarily removed and will be re-posted in October 06
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The Natural Consequence

Concrete poetry is never a particularly pleasant thing to find in front of you, and when it's being written by a young man who is clearly convinced that he has discovered the meaning of life and/or love, it's doubly bad...
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Drink Me

She loves men who make her feel tiny
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Hannah

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The Sailing

This is a cold town
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The Battle Of The Sexes Beggars Belief.

The English language is exceptionally rich, allowing both precision and ambiguity. The sexes use language differently. Women can be very hard for men to understand. This poem explores the linguistic battle of the sexes.
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Killing in the Name of?

And all that crap about turbulent times, Christians massacred by crazy Muslims, egyptians bombing local markets, foreigners advised to enter with upmost caution, they can't help it, their religion tells them to kill people, what the fuck is going on?
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Bathtime

Swirling spiral drain, spun round, held by porcelain boulders. Dammed by barriers, of shining glass. Waterfall fabrics shading darkened rooms of singing and cleaning, to old towels soaking the flood water below.
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Nanny

My uncle ate my gran last night by the light of the silvery moon.
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What a load of old rubbish!

Day beds and sleigh beds and forks fit for toasing, pans so your chestnuts could get a good roasting......"
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Absinthe Minded

Drinking absinthe...
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an Esarn moon

a beguiling sunset in repose
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How to be good

Clean with vinegar listen to Sigor Ros naked, look up on the street rock climb for charity and at the top understand why the villain likes the fall

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