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I watch the cigarette burn itself out in a crowded ashtray Another dead end strangled by the smoke And Laid to rest The living room is dying on its...
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Up on the Mortimer Trail

After so much rain our lanes are full of potholes hidden under puddles. We had to drive carefully cross-county to a point where we wanted to climb up...

I'm Afraid of AI

Well I am. Image made at Canva.com
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Weston Super Mare 1976

A summer’s day with the family minus Dad To visit our grandma in hospital. She used to work in a cigarette factory And her pension included an...
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In the end nothing will matter

When it ends, it will not matter That roses grow upon the briar That roots spring leaves on the upturned tree That prayers are answered or there's...

4.1 Spotted in Budapest

Tyler Friesen arrived at Budapest in the second week of March with no pseudonym attached. He carried two pieces of luggage, a Royal typewriter in a...

Keep reading

Keep reading.. Don’t be the fool. I saw a man who had no teeth. Sneaking round the library, looked like thief. One eye cast to the floor The other,...
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Do you like this colour?

I really like this colour You keep saying that It brightens the room So much better than what was there before It was very difficult to choose What...
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3.2 Lodestar

Tyler didn’t want to spoil the temperature in his room, he went downstairs to open the door. A young officer in a greatcoat saluted him, “Sir! Good...
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"Life is but a Dream"

"It spins the imagination round, your poppycock logic of hologram life…We are solid sir not see thru projections…You jackanapes of oddities have put...
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there is little worth noting

there is little worth noting i’m by the river very little happens so much is past so much is pointless the words don’t say it the words are empty...
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Feeling to find it

Off to a night-time bathroom visit she goes, touching the bed rail, the door handle … climbing back under the duvet … now where’s that bottle to warm...

Valentine

My annual Valentine poem for my wife, which I'll put in a home made card.

3.1 Lodestar

It was a cold night. Tyler Friesen dropped his file preparing to go to bed. In a second thought, he switched on the bed lamp and picked the memo cube...
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The Emerald City

T he Emerald City Our plane cruised westward, flying high over Colorado and the Rocky Mountains. In the fading light, the snow tipped, granite range...
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After Russian Rain (A Postscript from Moscow)

Previous messages from Moscow: https://www.abctales.com/collection/messages-moscow After Russian Rain (A Postscript from Moscow) It was on May 9 th...

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