Cherrypicked stories
Zeno's best friend.
In the warmth of May I learn to breathe and I part, with regret from the hibernation of intent. When I'm reintroduced to Gravity, the boy with the...
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- 910 reads
Memory, distressed and focussed
A rose I squeeze, to be. Bleeding ignored, eyes focused on the beautiful days the petals surely had.
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- 782 reads
Reflected
I wear one magnetic muddy shoe; strung out on time and dancing like a fool. Nothing comes off; I'm always bought so cheap.
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- 699 reads
An unconvinced argument on how to mourn.
Frozen bees fall gently to the water, romantic piano chords turning slowly on the surface; more performance art with plans for education and...
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- 735 reads
I Now Forget
Silk sleep and milk deep softness rest in feather down slumber as finger reach and rest on wanted skin. Eyes in mine are falling through the end of years
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- 1065 reads
The Art of Love
Rest In sweet naked slumber, Gentle and pure, While I, enraptured, Paint my life Across your perfect frame. Eyes closed
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- 1080 reads
Coming Out: Lina
The first family member to truly know me... aunt Lina
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- 807 reads
C) What are you not thinking of&;#063;
Dave and I might as well be robots as we stuff salad bags to the back of the shelf: all that matters is the sell-by date: ROTATE ROTATE nag posters...
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- 1014 reads
I'm trying to think of...
Exercise - re-edited
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- 1061 reads
Sick Computer, The
with apologies to Wm Blake
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- 904 reads
Q... Night
There's a wall around my bed. You can't see it, but it's there. I can feel it in my bones. I could burst through if I wanted to And run to Mummy But...
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- 852 reads
B: THE SWORDFISH AND SHAVE
Beat one of Pacific and Maple
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- 2249 reads
Shoes in a Cupboard
A poem about bereavement
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- 548 reads
Managed Retreat
poem about the tide
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- 574 reads
Flesh Wounds
"To see a thing, one has to comprehend it." (Borges)
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- 711 reads
Focalising
The clouds puff blueness onto the orange luminosity, Congregated concrete structures flatter the yellow lights. The darkness of dusk filters shape to...
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- 795 reads
A) I am thinking of
I am thinking of you saying I could come stay with you. Of me asking if you had a spare bed and you saying no. I am thinking of what sort of person I...
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- 1097 reads
The Carpenter
He chiselled the wood, careful to keep going in the direction of the grain. Slowly but surely, the block of wood took on animation. He paused for a...
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- 1117 reads