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Shakespeare Must Die Act 1 scenes 2-3
Act 1 sc 2 A musty, candle-lit room. A man, James Burbage, sits at a desk surrounded by books of varying types. One ledger is open. He leans on it...
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Rampton- Chapter 4
It was raining in Aberdeen when he had driven out here, it rained there most months of the year, but once you travelled inland to Aboyne or Cauld, it...
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Game Over
I was Tetris; every touch, kiss, fuck, was a piece that was supposed to fill the black bits between the colours. I pressed the buttons, a mouth would...
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Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles (4) [2 of 2]
Continued from Part 1 Disappointment and growing attraction battled in Nick’s gut. He got to his feet, brushing off the various aches and pains. I’m...
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Shakespeare Must Die Act 1 Scene 1
Act 1 scene 1 Queen Elizabeth and Lady Herbert, Countess of Pembroke, at Whitehall. Elizabeth – Ah, Kit, Kit ... Lady Herbert – Ah yes, had he not...
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Self-Help for the Selfish*
If you are offended after reading this, you're probably guilty of it... just like I am. image from Pixabay.com created by Cdd20 and is free to use.
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Shakespeare Must Die!
This is the prologue/pre-amble/pre-title sequence taster of a play I wrote about the 'Shakespeare Authorship Question'. Hopefully, like me, you think...
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The West Coast Lads
Image: Wikimedia Commons
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REMEMBERING BIG BEN
At 6 o'clock please think of me My mother used to say It was in 1939 that I was sent away To keep the children safe they said We must have no delay...
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Little ears are listening!
… ‘over their heads?’!
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The Senile Neurologist
a comical farewell to an old friend after his own fashion - I guarantee, he'd have laughed at this!
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Secrets Of Wistman Woods
This is a poem about a small wooded area on Dartmoor, that is both ancient and otherworldly, like a secret to be told. Troubled cobwebs blown away in...
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Another extract from an old work ...
Warning - this includes details from a (fictional) therapy session, including repressed memories ... I can feel the atmosphere change. It begins with...
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The Condemnation of Darkness
Hello darkness my old friend You're here to drive me round the bend As sultry summers meet their end You pounce upon my fear and send Me screaming...
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A Secret Can Kill Ya
Yeah, secrets will kill ya. I know and knew this all along. Perhaps I have a secret unconfessed death wish because I don't want anybody to find out...
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Transplant
I was born in Norwich or Greenwich or Dulwich or Seaford or somewhere on the south coast but I am not good with places or even words for that matter...
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My Body Belongs to the Earth
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Night bus
Entering the hidden cathedral of my mind Through the back door of nostalgia On the 159 From Trafalgar Square to nowhere Across the Waterloo bridge A...
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we got old so quickly
we got old so quickly the clanging snare of punk sideswipes riflemen in gaiters as caverns of spoken gold echo with ladder rungs numb feet vodka...
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