Cherrypicked stories
Insurgency
He rode on the roof-rack flinging rocks at road signs: Take this Darlington! Up yours Chipping Sodbury! Always a slow overarm stroke Like a spin bowler –
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- 1527 reads
Flint
Near the end, good god man, Nearly all and sundry went feeding The last lazy licks of the flame; Newspapers, napkins, Failed poems crossed out then torn From their bindings;
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- 1595 reads
He explained why he would never buy her flowers
Instead of maintaining your mother’s grave we’ll set up a trust fund for Malawi orphans.
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- 1524 reads
Disgrace
Disgrace I’ve checked the lists of all the things we did, scan read the five year plan for missed ticks or unaccounted columns. I have to say the best shitty bit
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- 1256 reads
Bibliophile
Bibliophile In the glow of the book room I hold my penumbra steady. When I sleep it slips my stop fastenings and performs calligraphy caterwauls in the filigree.
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- 1393 reads
Survivors
...the car had become their temporary home - not as plush as The Queens Hotel, a few blocks away, but safer...
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- 1732 reads
Disgrace
She peeks over her spectacles Like a vexed librarian But this is no library And I am no inconsiderate reader. She does not vocalise her complaint But I assume it is something to do
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- 1510 reads
Racing game
I’ve been playing japs online into the wee hours; they are insanely good. Most of the time they lap me. I love to see them go past, power-drifting round the hair pin.
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- 1221 reads
Issue
Issue We have to do it this way he says putting his issue in my mouth, he finger picks out stain pebbles from the inside of my cheek. We line them up on the coffee table,
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- 1074 reads
You’ll get lost if you keep that shirt on
You’ll get lost if you keep that shirt on You’ll get lost if you keep that shirt on your face will fold like a fist in a cleavage, your breath will scatter like ash off an edge.
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- 1062 reads
Climbing Up The Walls
A jealous, soon to be ex husband plots a murderous revenge on his wife and her new lover, with disasterous consequences.
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- 920 reads
Explanation
Waking up to find a rodent bludgeoned by a simple spring mechanism Alastair wondered if there was perhaps an easier way. He imagined his own skull, crushed beneath a lorry tyre,
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- 1296 reads
To My First Love
Dear Girl who I fancied when I was eighteen I am glad you did not sleep with me. I think our orgasms would have been sub-par. I imagine you at climax Breaking sweat and gurning
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Windsock
Sasha has wasted most of her youth Trying to be amazed by flight. Yes, when the jet engines bite She feels a pressure in her crotch As if she needs to wee But there’s none of the rapture
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- 1517 reads
George Aligayah
the Queen is Dead
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- 1698 reads
On Tuesday was the sandstorm, Wednesday comes the rain
For Cairo
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- 939 reads
chapter 11: like a virgin
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- 783 reads
#8 George W Bush! -- Barney Myerson's Debut
Naptime 500 Series.
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- 1243 reads
You two are beautiful
Don’t be afraid you’ve just got your eyes closed The bass beat held hands with my butterflies; don’t be afraid you’ve just got your eyes closed.
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- 1190 reads