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church street cemetery

I follow the path where tombstones line up like stegosaurs plates. At the bottom there’s Timothy aureoled by a piss coloured glow. He spends most of...
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Deep Love

[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays :] Amazing, awesome, wonderful is God’s unspotted love. Its span we cannot fathom, its...

The Script Writer - Part II

‘So let me get this straight, you narrowly avoided death today?’ The editor’s wife asked in a serious tone, yet with an expression on her face and a...
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The Script Writer - Part I

Larry’s coffee was free that morning. The barista had insisted that he didn’t pay for it, before he had had the chance to tell her that he had no...

The Mezzotint Chapter 7 Pentimento

‘I can’t really think of any parallel at all, certainly in my experience, but to be sure I would have to adopt the same tactics as a barrister’ ‘I...

My Alma Mater

My Alma Mater P K Routray NIT, Rourkela my Alma Mater, with love and pride I proclaim, as my second mother. My gratitude to her, superior to my...

Heavy Blow

The Wanderlust Lady and the Door to Door Salesman - 34

March 4, 2013 Monday was bright and clear. I got up early, had breakfast and then cleaned the kitchen and put away everything that was lying around,...

Chapter 17 Cyber Soul

Chapter 17 Cyber Soul Finally equipped with a full history of Chimera, and his memory of Nessa kneeling before like a frightened child still fresh in...
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I remember

I see her laughing I watch her cry She is a million people Just a few of them smile She’s Christmas lights in June, Still hanging on the shutters…...

the struggle within

The struggle within I have been too held back By this birth this skin, Hiding bruises, scars Blood and sinew. I need to be born again Formed anew in...

Man on the run

A poem about King David

Hillary Clinton 6

Now, I will speak about what I mean by liberal culture. Liberal culture as a meritocracy can be seen as flowering in the 1960's. So, if we start...

Crossover (Part 1)

She rose from the thin layers of water, climbing the stretch of beach, her arms flapping and hips rising. She was tall and beautiful, wearing a...

Amsterdam

No time to lose, got to find a place to hide No hotels, motels for me, not a dollar on my back Gonna move way down town to the red lights on a side...

'Beautiful Confusion' haiku set

Ra's last red-hot rays fall upon the wild garden this strange summer's end the honey-dew is halved in the chess-board kitchen... under dim blue light...
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Longing or '**** you, next door's cat.'

F*** you, next door’s cat, sunk in smug puddles of riddled fur, curled like a purring, steaming turd.

Sleep Refreshment

but when we are asleep … removing bad things, internally flushing, refreshing and clearing the mind …
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A Marriage

His chicken head teeters on a long scrag of neck. She seems to have no neck at all: a medicine ball topped with a limp brown wig rests on buffalo's...

The windows of her soul

The windows of her soul pull apart the soft soil Of my heart: slowly allowing me to enter truth. For through her open oval, that knot now rises;...

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