Cherrypicked stories
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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- 4776 reads
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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- 966 reads
Day 13 - What I learnt from Spin the Bottle
only the blatant approach man-to-man kissing with trepidation.
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- 1202 reads
Sophie's Urn.
A note on this story.
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- 1330 reads
Xylophone
I am the breaker of many things: the good China, zippers, ‘6’ keys, light bulbs, my flesh,
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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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- 2379 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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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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- 1938 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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- 1069 reads
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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Statement
Statement Leaving the Little Chef I say I like the look of Lancashire and with my fist make like a JCB in a bag of pickled onion monster munch.
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- 1750 reads
chapter seven: Guildford Girl
And then one day the dating game is suddenly easy. The answer was there all the time. It just took a bit of a re-think, a small paradigm shift in attitude and Bingo!
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- 1162 reads
Fishtails
Driving with you, To the coast of Kent. Laughing and singing. It’s our day out. I stroke your hand Between shifting the gears. I rub your neck. Because I can’t reach to kiss.
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- 1716 reads