Cherrypicked stories
It rained on sunday morning
I coloured in your life line in pink. Your resistance was soft limbed, You ruffled my hair. We watched the river burst its banks and flow into Thomas’s field
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- 2575 reads
Money Changes Everything
200 words.
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- 3136 reads
Grit.
There is grit in her eyes. She is Silvia, 87 years old and sitting in her favorite chair. She rubs the grit from her eye seeing the blur of her first love flitter around her field of vision.
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- 1160 reads
The Art of Conversation
200 words.
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- 2900 reads
Symbiosis
Ever had insect problems? Read on...
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- 1866 reads
The Vessel
You had no care for the debris of brick lumps and shards of glass; even these fragments of an earthenware vessel, emerging near the primroses like chipped teeth,
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- 693 reads
9/11
Because there was a chance we might need each other, and because I left for lunch early to gawp at it between the knot of panicked bodies
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- 682 reads
Slave Master
A poem about a cousin who was staying with me briefly.
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I am an Angel
When I tell people that I am an Angel they usually smile, vaguely. It doesn’t matter if they believe me or not. Because I am, and Denial doesn’t alter the Truth, however much it shakes its head.
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Note
Dear Girl across the yard, I am sorry I can see into your window. I think you need to know your flatmate is creeping through your things in the evenings.
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- 1543 reads
Day 28 - Why I want to be a Famous Poet
I'd tolerate others' neediness and weaknesses with the sympathy and gentlemanly manner of a person within one month's reach of a skiing holiday...
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- 1018 reads
Meeting Emma In The Toilets
at last, after four years of howsitgoings; intro seminars sat adjacent when we all ignored the Hi speech before us, panicking about what we would say; spells of not knowing for certain
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Skin flint
Skin flint My mother used her skin like flint, said she hadn’t shaved since Patti Smith got on stage and pissed on pop posters. She cut our hair in lego lines,
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- 1207 reads
Uncle Reggie's Study Room
Uncle Reggie heard my knock and, after two long minutes, opened the door.
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- 1599 reads
Angeni
A young woman searches for a reason why a member of her church calls her a different name.
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Day 21 - Sunday
Water is cut by the misty runway of a pochard taking off
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The Author
Even my parents waited until my book was remaindered before buying a copy.
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Devil
This is part of some new writting after getting some advice from Mark brown..cheers mark!
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- 1126 reads