Cherrypicked stories
Benny the Lout - A Craven Danger Mystery
Betty watched as Benny the Lout slouched over Craven Danger’s desk and hurled abuse at the private investigator. “Look here, powder puff!” said Benny...
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- 301 reads
Steps
You come home late again from work. It’s dark outside, only not really dark, because the street lights out there are full of amber colour, and there’...
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- 25 reads
pondering
jelly ellipsis or small eyeballs with tiny pupils, or thought bubbles, each containing a full stop No! A full beginning a drip of ink After some...
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- 81 reads
The mask melting at 98
updating 'Inconnu', nearly 94 [a book that’s closed, with cheerful cover …]
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- 143 reads
Like To Remember
Those yawning summers our parents once knew, left us youngsters with easy energy that was boundless, chasing silent butterflies though diminutive, we...
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- 148 reads
Pudding Detective - Chapter 1
Pudding yawned. It was hard work being a dog for even when she was asleep, she was working…
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Larry and Mick and the Coleslaw Catastrophe pt1
To Vicky, who confessed to the author of having ‘lost the plot’ with coleslaw before. ... It was a day like any other. The coleslaw delivery van was...
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- 56 reads
Spank the Monkey
A story about a man and his monkey set in the future. This is part 1.
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- 454 reads
First Walk Of April
Step on a moon stone to cross the stream - Van Gogh’s Starry Night - willow flowers pollen halo’d in swirling water.dark. Sun-coin's cloud-pursed. In...
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- 79 reads
Take Me To Your Leader
I hope aliens from space don't land in the U.K.
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- 111 reads
Embers
Loss is a ravenous inferno And I sit surrounded, by gasoline soaked memories Each time one is exposed, it is kissed by the fire, then a piece of me...
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- 57 reads
The Long Road Home
begins with a little boy and his dog Prince both skipping along a gravel road. Cars are few -- money is a dream and allowances unknown. Life is...
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- 71 reads
Déjà Lu (Formerly Déjà Vu)
12 years and little has changed... The last two stanzas, which I've never been happy with, changed. Image By R-41 - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, source Wikipedia Commons
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- 54 reads
Bullion
Katrine grabbed her glass and only when it reached her lips did she realise it was empty. So she got to her feet (all the five feet of her) but was...
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Beach
Liminal trickster margin between land and sea Aeons of quartz , feldspar and mica, tasted in the salty tang of gritty sandwiches and your freckled...
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- 184 reads
The Unsent Letter
I've been going through old untitled documents on my cloud and found this unsent letter to my next door neighbour whose noisy handy man (her little pet) polluted the air space with a very loud radio each weekend, drowning out the birds and other soothing sounds.
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- 119 reads
Blue Nun and Babycham (Recycled)
Same format, different meaning. (Image from Pixabay)
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- 220 reads
Oblivion
I thought I had it all worked out. Oblivion. It had to be. There’s no other way. Even with the shadow that passed from hall to kitchen; the keys...
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The ends of my world
I can’t feel the presence of a god here so keenly now that I can touch the ends of my world , run a finger across a drumlin of hallowed herringbone...
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The Thank You Letter
Okay, it's not a recycled poem as such. My poems are so incredibly brilliant they don't need recycling (smiley face with tongue sticking out). But it was inspired by the recycling cue. I'm sure everyone's been in this position - though most of us said nothing at the time.
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