Cherrypicked stories
Day 19 - Adrienne goes through the metal detector
While I am armouring myself again - the broken turtleshell of my backpack, the chainmail of my keys, the thick wedge of my wallet
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Snip Not My Girdle
Snip not my girdle, Your Honour, should I fall to the floor like a badly leant guitar. Snip not my girdle, Mademoiselle! Hold instead a cheap vial of salts to my nostril.
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- 1310 reads
A Slight Delay
So talk comes to a halt again as the rail tracks curl off into the distance parallel lines curving off together like some long unresolved argument. The train we are riding on
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Day 20 - Urgent Telegram
You need not hurry to the station while an orchestra rages stop
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Petanque - Boom Boom Betty & Pot Shot Pointer
Boom Boom Betty, 88; stops the game, Raises one wet finger, still; checks the wind, Tips her hat, grins; swings her string and picks up her hot golden ball on a dangling silver magnet;
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Day 15 - Expert Witness
On the one hand, Dr. Fegan-Earl, standing in the witness box, places his own fist lightly against his cheek.
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the backyard
a remarkable dream about a place I've never been to before . . .
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Day 13 - What I learnt from Spin the Bottle
only the blatant approach man-to-man kissing with trepidation.
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Sophie's Urn.
A note on this story.
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Xylophone
I am the breaker of many things: the good China, zippers, ‘6’ keys, light bulbs, my flesh,
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- 1060 reads
Coaxing the Girl
I have done this thing in bathroom stalls with 2-ply toilet paper and the calm of faucets left running.
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- 2372 reads
Superman and the Wonder Twins
Suddenly, after silence tough as resin for months this post brings back the dead reinstating the NEW REPLY flag in glorious technicolour. Names tumble over each other,
Welcome To The Magnet
This is a poem about a club I went to in Liverpool that stayed open till five in the morning. It was frigging grim.
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- 1425 reads
going down
"He'd stood still in the tea-tree. They stood naked, turning their bodies round to the sun. She stood firmly, legs apart, the wet towel in one hand dragging on the ground. She was smiling."
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- 1935 reads
Day 09 - Now we must walk together, but I will keep my mouth shut
Having a sugar-powered Japanese fangirl handcuff herself to me was the closest I ever came to stardom.
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Day 06 - Extract from 'Sometimes Breaking My Heart: An Ode to Belinda Carlisle'
I'm not serious.
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Write about something you know.
Then again perhaps you don't know , or want to.
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- 1828 reads