Cherrypicked stories

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Stimulation

a (then) unrequited love poem to a delightfully scented friend ...
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Impression

a companion piece to 'Forensics' (Pt. 2, some months later ...)
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Bruise

ouch!
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Good Day To Die

no dark clouds cross this sky the trees not wracked by bitter winds the sea not twisted torn in torment terror today is not a good day to die
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Weather Or Not

Through opalescant mauve cold and careless crocadile tears hail ill met. Sluice of shimmering tendons gutter gathered rain muscles slur and sing...
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Stabbed

A Wiggins Exercise
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Heave

Stop that! What you're doing, it's nauseating; drawing them words in the animal fat smeared across the formica. With your fingers all greasy like...
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I am suitably contrite

It would appear the system said that you are being cheeky (i blushed bright red) and are attempting to rate your own story! was that one mine? We...
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Waking glad a poem written in green biro

And on those mornings In between the sheets. The sun wakes glad, And there are no ordinary things, Anywhere. In between the sheets. I am always me...
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The poem wit no title

He said do you hog the covers? and I was his just as sure as i loved my mom, chocolate and my favourite tv programme. And this was what I had done...
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Dream

Ivory and intelligent, the snake. A real thing in a real dream. Knew. It knew the woman, who: smiled like trees screaming; talked love; taught...
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Spring in the Country

A city boy placed with a gaelic speaking rural family finds it's not at all like Enid Blyton.
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Aubade

the future feels like it's setting in the past's plaster cast but remembering won't heal the breaks from outside the first bird expresses space with...
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He said...

About someone whose senses were dull
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Peacefully, in hospital...

Recollection of a hospital death, about 30 years ago
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Dear Doctor

A shaky lament
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Porcupines

Just like everyone else
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Rubber Ruth

Tonight Georgie is a gangster tonight Georgie wears a gun tonight Georgies going a killin some smoking mamas son tonight Georgie skims the riverside...
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I'm stones in her pocket

Part of a duet with another poem.

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