Autobiography
The Spawn of the Swinging Sixties Chapter Thirteen Of All Sad Words of Tongue or Pen
Chapter Thirteen Of All Sad Words of Tongue or Pen The first employment I undertook after leaving Leftfield was as a wandering deliverer of novelty...
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The Lookout Boy
No blood relation. Sentry at the gatehouse of some vast and rambling estate. His wife had followed him down through the years, held the front-line in...
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The Spawn of the Swinging Sixties Chapter Twelve The Wanderer of Golders Green
Chapter Twelve The Wanderer of Golders Green Introduction A “definitive” version of The Wanderer of Golders Green , formerly Tales from a College...
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The Spawn of the Swinging Sixties Chapter Eleven Some Sad and Dark Secret
Chapter Eleven Some Sad and Dark Secret Some Sad and Dark Secret was forged using creative methods scrupulously described elsewhere. It was based on...
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Family Dinner
My appetite overreached me. Hungering approval and starving to flee, I ate my mother. My father was feeding on roast beef when his turn came. I...
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The Spawn of the Swinging Sixties Chapter Ten Ice Spoke of the Spells of Calm
Chapter Ten Ice Spoke of the Spells of Calm A Leftfield Narrative 1 Ice Spoke of the Spells of Calm is the second in a four-part series of writings...
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The Spawn of the Swinging Sixties Chapter Nine West of the Fields Long Gone
Introduction West of the Fields Long Gone has been composed of pieces from formerly published writings, including Ice Spoke of the Spells of Calm...
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Leggings end of the poetry bit on saturday
Kitty left work early to go back to college. Her group were apparently further along the course than mine was. They were going into screen printing...
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Cured
I no longer suffer brain storms sat outside of time and space I no longer feel that buzz-swarm turning round inside my brain I no longer lose blank...
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The Spawn of the Swinging Sixties Chapter Eight Gilded Youth at the Silverhill School 2
Along Whiteladies Road I remember the grey Slithers Of rain, The jocular driver As I boarded the bus At Temple Meads, And the friendly lady Who told...
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Since Parkinson's was His
Albeit unwittingly, he taught me many things....
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Wake Up Call
I was lying in bed, just revelling in bank holiday languor when you walked in and said ‘can you take me to hospital, babe. I’ve broke me shoulder’ I...
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6.15am (leggings)
Oh it was about 6.15am when the morning was glowing gold, and half the world was still asleep, when the crow began to call, an unholy drum roll for...
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Family Meals
Jeff: Oh, I see we are having roast beef for dinner today. I hope it’s Aberdeen Angus. You don’t know for sure? It’s the only kind of British beef...
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Leggings demon at large...
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............................................................ I saw from the corridor the child shadow at the window looking in. Sometimes I'm in '...
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Ramble through the musical brambles
Why am I telling you this?
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Saturday Night Pints with Rich - Video - Shake, Rattle and Roll
With a special nod to Big Joe Turner. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eC6q7Dg8Dzg
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I am the one
I am the one who sits at the back and daydreams I am the one who got picked last in games I am the one who skipped off boring school I was nt one of...
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Dearest Catastrophe
You never think something like this will happen to you-- Then it does.
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Goiter
Our eyes met and we smiled. In that gaze I realised, I did not know you. Had though you someone that I used to know, twenty years ago. Who'd be much...
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The Spawn of the Swinging Sixties Chapter Eight Gilded Youth at the Silverhill School 1
Chapter Eight Gilded Youth at the Silverhill School Introduction An initial draft of Gilded Youth was published at Blogster on the 1st of July 2006,...
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And Many More...
Birthdays. We don't pick 'em. But suddenly, HALLO WORLD! Here I am! Poor world. Probably didn't have much choice about our appearance on its various...
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Call Me Darling
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Stones
There were no words, not that day, not that afternoon; not then
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Leggings - morse.... or not.
modern education vs tribal culture...
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The Spawn of the Swinging Sixties Chapter Six My Future Positively Glittered
Chapter Seven My Future Positively Glittered Introduction My Future Positively Glittered consists of two previously published pieces in slightly...
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Arson
I told you I was well And you comforted me By way of digestives, Tea and lip service I told you I was off My medication And you asked me No relevant...
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Betty and Bruce Come to Visit (or what makes Americans Ugly)
Scene 1 As scene starts, the view is a small train station. Jean and Philip are standing on the platform waiting for the two carriage train to arrive...
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Leggings louder than usual voices in the dark.
2am ongings, It was early in the morning around 2am, when in the house nothing was stirring and you'd of thought, without the endless white noise...
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When this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're going to see some serious stuff.
I have a son. I don't know if I will ever get used to saying that. Although he is nearly three months old, the magnitude of having a child has still...
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Fossil Grove
FOSSIL GROVE Fossil Grove is a place which has a long history, 330 million years to be precise. Its journey from being a prehistoric rainforest seems...
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Elie Rynn
What do I know? Not much to be honest. I’m crazy for real, but sure, keep thinking it’s a joke I reside between the angry and the lost the broken and...
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Selfy
Pictures have memories, we view subjectively Like poems telling half-truths ...we thumb between lines they say cameras don't lie, but people often do...
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Nan and Grandad
She smelt of soap, hairspray and Californian Poppy. He smelt of pipe tobacco, brylcreem and hard work. They always had the strangest fizzy drinks The...
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The End of Parkinson's Awareness Week 2014
The End of Parkinson’s Awareness Week 2014 1248 words In previous Awareness Weeks I have written about the symptoms and treatment of Parkinson’s but...
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Judy and me
When Judy was 4, I was in thrall to her, following her every command When cutting her finger, nothing would do My shared cut was part of her plan...
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Rainbows in Clouds
*** Broken promises and rainbows in clouds ***
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Shadow
Women must wear dresses. Men must wear suits. Everyone must live by the sea. Everyone has to dance. Everyone has to smile. We must all have a shadow.
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A Sign Of Things To Come
The house opposite, though similar , Stood out in the row, like a bad tooth on a set of dentures, As did the old occupant who drew its dirty yellow...
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Begin Again
There could be a station here, but the smell of autumn blocks the memory of the tracks we've travelled down and in the frowning wind I unpin the...
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Finding Ashley
It hardly seems but a minute ago, you were knee-high to a space-hopper...
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Complaint
When I started out on this site I noticed a few poets that I then tended to follow because I liked their styles. The first was Silver Spun Sand with...
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Fight or Flight
“How do they expect you to get this stuff out of the carton?”, I thought as I ground the spoon through the hard- packed cube of ice cream in the...
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Darkness and Despair
“Well, there’s always dissolution of the adoption.” I sucked in my breath and closed my eyes. Exhaling quickly, I vigorously shook my head no. No. He...
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Drowning in the half light
Black shadows cross the living room floor Like evening crows, and rest upon the splayed book Resting at the centre of the oak farm house dining table...
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Journeys
So, I wouldn’t bring you back, even if I could, to somewhere you wouldn’t want to be
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I Don't Know Where I'm Going
I don't know where I'm going. I put on that I'm navigating by the stars, or beacons or album reviews. Branches pointing one way and Leaves falling in...
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Emptiness
I remember when the egg yolk sun ran down the sky. I remember the blue confusion of you. I remember a tent and crying baby in the wind. I remember...
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Carried Away
Will they appear next year, these same constellations of faces coupling buds in the same places, or will things drift, like the leaves from the...
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Musical Fountains
Lakeside Fountains that sway and bend dance and jump gaily to the music in every Christmas colour of light reflected on the water. The air festive...
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See me?
Standing in my father's shoes
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Marginalia
...succumbing to another painful bout of writers' block...
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Confusions Candide
For most of my life a convinced rationalist and atheist, I've with confidence learned of certain things, and had certain experiences which leave me...
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Phantasmagoric
“You will have an interesting night,” laughed Aunt Pam, my husband's uncle's wife. “we are putting you in the haunted room.” We had gone to visit...
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It was mental growing up
Talking to oneself was well known to be the first sign of madness. Mrs Baker was pale and distracted all the time. Her two little girls wore dirty...
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It is I, Abiku
Author's Note: I had to write this as a part of an African Writers' unit in my literature class. The abiku is a sort of spirit child in Nigerian...
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Head over heels
In black and white, with a heart beat... fingers and spine and feet... Visible via a jellied belly More than we could wish to see on telly. Jaw drops...
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The Crew of the Wolverine
My name is Wesley Zedock. I am Captain of the Wolverine . I have spent my days in noxious fumes And looking out for monsters from the deep. My ship...
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still here
if cancer is a nobel loss as a soldier's legs or arms the other side of suicide raises no alarms if the life i steer is not so clear without booze...
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Lapsus Linguae (I.P.)
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