Cherrypicked stories
The Battle Of The Sexes Beggars Belief.
The English language is exceptionally rich, allowing both precision and ambiguity. The sexes use language differently. Women can be very hard for men to understand. This poem explores the linguistic battle of the sexes.
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- 1068 reads
Killing in the Name of?
And all that crap about turbulent times, Christians massacred by crazy Muslims, egyptians bombing local markets, foreigners advised to enter with upmost caution, they can't help it, their religion tells them to kill people, what the fuck is going on?
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- 1082 reads
Bathtime
Swirling spiral drain, spun round, held by porcelain boulders. Dammed by barriers, of shining glass. Waterfall fabrics shading darkened rooms of singing and cleaning, to old towels soaking the flood water below.
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- 2050 reads
Nanny
My uncle ate my gran last night by the light of the silvery moon.
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- 1186 reads
What a load of old rubbish!
Day beds and sleigh beds and forks fit for toasing, pans so your chestnuts could get a good roasting......"
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- 1865 reads
Absinthe Minded
Drinking absinthe...
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an Esarn moon
a beguiling sunset in repose
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- 1195 reads
How to be good
Clean with vinegar listen to Sigor Ros naked, look up on the street rock climb for charity and at the top understand why the villain likes the fall
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- 1505 reads
Serious Trouble
The first time I witnessed serious trouble, I was having a swift midweek half in my adopted local. It was the smallest of the nearby pubs, less corporate and loud. Regulars only, all faces known, but light on the bonhomie. We were private drinkers, mostly solo with a smattering of groups of two or three. The pub motto was "mind your own.
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- 1406 reads
Morning Surgery At The Fantasyland STD Clinic
A girl sits with her legs apart All itchy-groined and threadbare Name coined after her skin-flicks Not the colour of her headwear. The doctor gives it to her straight: 'Now then, Miss Riding Hood, Your test results came back today¦ Afraid they're not too good.'
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- 1453 reads
On Building a Bonfire on the Beach
Not the day for a cliff top walk
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- 994 reads
The Art of Conformity
More than a hint of the high school prefect.
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- 2428 reads
What I want
I want to be remembered with Great People, As someone who did wondrous things. I want my life taught in school rooms, To be the one of whom the singer sings.
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- 1329 reads
By the radiator
I stole some midget gems. I felt sick when I ate them. Because they were yours, And you had cancer.
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- 3067 reads
A Weasel in the East. (Weasel excerpt).
I was out on the scavenge, a long trawl up along the Barking creek, round the stumpy brown box buildings and across the A13..
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- 1215 reads
Recreation Ground
Girls we desire approximately
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- 1295 reads
Static
Curled up under the polyester duvet in Great Chesterford Alice's face is a billboard. She dreams of limes rolling off kitchen counters, swimming pools with open grates. It's too hot on the patio,
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- 1431 reads