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Neighbours

Poem
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Why did you speak in that stupid voice?

I heard you: You were all grey And buttoned Ready for business And those consonants Clagged in your mouth Like seeded fruits. Who are you to speak Of board meetings And colloquia?
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Chapter Two: The Dark Horse

“Maman?” Margarita called; their mother had stopped screaming. “Maman!”
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Harboil: Part V

The thing is: plans describe events that will not happen.
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Wrecking Ball

watching blocks of flats around us collapse
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Chapter One: 1722

“Seabirds don’t have black flags,” Margarita replied matter-of-factly.
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Penzance

The narrator is in Exeter Bus station waiting for 2 road buddies to return... Penzance Penance Pen, can, pan, nape, cape, pane, cane. An A. Words I can get out of Penzance.
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Last Place in the Labour Party Treasure Hunt

During my time in the Labour Party, in the 1990s, there were plenty of people opposed to its rebranding. But there were also plenty of new people joining all the time.
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Laundry woman

a snapshot of my day.
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Two Pauls and a John

Sounds of the seventies
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THE GREEN DOOR.

So how did she open the GREEN DOOR?
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What Chance Have We Got?

I pass the Grief Benches on my way to work. No one is on them today. Last night I saw a couple there, him wet eyed and her with her head down.
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The Auditors

Sexual Obsession. Kirsch can't get enough of Sally, but he has to be objective, he has a job to do.
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Ordering Room Service

helping an amputee cut up his food
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Review #3: “Gretel’s Biscuits” by Spack

Pointless tone-setting asides, like so, mark Spack out as a writer convinced of his own charisma.
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Monster

They are making a kids’ TV programme, I assume, where the protagonist is a creature who lives on a landfill site
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Fire

Gathering armfuls of wood, feeling terrific, the wind off the sea, lighting three matches at one time and a legitimate reason to do so:
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Peaceful Friends

It reminds you of the salt lick a sordid pink brick always laid by the drinking trough - you've seen some. Bathtubs - improbable colours among the grass. Some concrete coffins for rectangular
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This Time Of Year

You will begin to let them in it's that time of year the membrane thin between the world of loss and ours when nights are sharp with frost and we've not packed away our summer clothes.
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Manoeuvre

From the moment we met you were reaching inside me sifting the detritus and grabbing at my heart

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