Autobiography
The second of December twenty thirteen
the second of December twenty thirteen A man picks up a discarded cigarette butte from the gutter We're waiting for a bus A women shouts at her child...
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Role of men in the family
Great change in social ideology has taken place in the last thirty years. Up until the early 70s the role of the man in the family was clearly...
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Colossus
His effortless weight now comes to bear as taut meat clings close to bone in the hollow of my father's forearm where my own flesh now rests, gargling...
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Janice said
Janice said We needed to dance like giraffes And so we danced stretching our necks And our feet gathered dust from the floor And the black marks of...
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Dearest Jen
I recently split up with my girlfriend (1 week ago to be precise). We had what can only be described as an up and down relationship for 18 months yet...
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A Misplaced Coma
Where did you leave it last? I can't remember. That's the point. Sharp and unignorable like a hideous stranger on a bus. Or a boil full of poisonous...
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Auld Bill.
Old taxi drivers don't die. They just get flagged down.
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A quest for orange juice
True story
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Thursdays with Aunt Maud
Each week, she’d bid me sit down; pour us both a sherry
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Let's move on. Immediately.
I thought the pregnancy was meant to be the easy part.
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Miscellaneous - The Open Door
Corals Head Office in their glitzy new setting in Stratford's Westside Shopping Centre had now cut my hours cleaning my local betting shop from five...
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Outsider
I sit amongst you taut with pretend informality soaking up the same cold air watching the same dust float as iced specks caught in the headlamp of...
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When Paul Met Harry.
Whenever we are prescribed medication we open the drug and throw away the disclaimer. Please read your side effects. I didn't have the choice.
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'Maybe Joe' A homage to Hazel 1293 words
‘Maybe Joe’ - A Homage to Hazel 1293 words I have a dear friend called Hazel and three years ago she had a stroke. It was devastating to all of us...
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My Post Office Experience
In 1980 I was made redundant. My job had been as an Assistant Sales Manager for a wholesale meat company in Smithfield market. That was bollocks...
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(spoken word, in process)
i have depression. now some of you were probably like “oh shit depression this is gonna be real” but, okay, really. the thing about depression is...
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Superfattycalorificextrahalitosis
The gooey, bad blood of big Bob Britain moves like meat loaf through a straw, sizey bits of arterial fur break away and head for the pig valves and...
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Seeing Red
I watched the sky at sunset tonight. I'd been looking at the sky all day today, at different times, looking for elevation, and change. I noted the...
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A Chicken That Shares Our Values
I knew something was wrong when I spent ages staring at poultry in Waitrose . I kept rereading the advert: 'a chicken that shares our values,' and...
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Home
“I think I’ve found a house,” he messaged me from Bath. “I took some pictures on my phone. See what you think.” In a translation office in Paris,...
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Sleeping at the Ends of Days
**** To fall asleep by daylight and wake after dusk feels ominous ****
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Otago (From Your Dust, New Life Starts)
You are that rising shimmer seen during last summer’s wonderful, hazy days grown in dancing moonlight and blessed on reedy, tranquil lakes by pure...
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Stately Manor of my Youth: A Blipping Shadow
The driveway neatly swept of leaves, volunteer roots culled, stray rocks plucked, now a vestige of wind-blown chaff, a hedgerow cultivating weeds, a...
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They Fuck You Up
Even now I sometimes write them off. My Dad. My Mum. A quandary. However much I try to rage. It doesn’t seem to work. Yeah, they fuck you up. Your...
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They Fuck You Up
Even now I sometimes write them off. My Dad. My Mum. A quandary. However much I try to rage. It doesn’t seem to work. Yeah, they fuck you up. Your...
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Said and Done
When all is said and done Let there be light, enough That we might Imagine the distance We have failed to unravel When all is said and done Let there...
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365 memories
Memory 118 th Van, Turkey. Wednesday, December, 27th 1987 …………….. 11:15 am At a time when death quietly is ambling to you, even if it is invisible,...
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He looked just like my mother's baby brother
He deteriorated fast. The last time I saw him before we went to the hospital, he was crossing the street. It was winter, I remember because he was...
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Your anonymous alcoholism, alcoholic anonymity is destroying your child, turning your child into suicidal homicidal me.
Your anonymous alcoholism, alcoholic anonymity is destroying your child, turning your child into suicidal homicidal me. If there were to be any book...
broken
Ive got a broken heart...dont know where to start..too young to tell..so what the hell..ive got a broken heart. Ive got a broken mind..im also very...
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Being Korean American 2: Redished
Teachers in South Korea : I can't recall any of my teachers' names. I just remember one female teacher. She was pretty tall and had black curly hair...
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Buffers
I spent twenty three years on the railways. So I thought it a good way of reflecting briefly on my life so far...
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That empty space.
I have no interest in poetry anymore Dare I say it life has lost it savour I try to read the most contemporary of the art And stop mid-sentence,...
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Being Korean American 1: Redished
I don't really know when I was aware that I was Korean-American. I think when my parents and I first moved to America, I thought of myself as a...
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Fog
The world seems faded, smudged somehow The clouds on the skyline have been forced onto the page In charcoal and ash from an amateur hand Maybe I just...
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I Can Run Slightly Faster Than A Fat Girl
Prologue You know when you find something so sterling you have to leave? Yeah, this is one of those things. Now that some people have left (and spent...
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I Like Writing Stories, Yeah I Do
I wanted to write a story about a recent rejection, but it turned into a song. And since songs are better sung then read. I thought I'd sing it. Or...
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The Apples Fell All At Once
The Apples Fell All At Once One day we had warmth that swore it was going to stay My Mother was never going to succumb to those Pomegranate seeds She...
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Walthamstow Sunday
Lipstick on crumpled shirt collar through rattled windows yesterday’s news strewn on polished pine telling tales of a bombed desert A protest singer...
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The Pond Of Life
The Pond Of Life I am a casual toss of lust at my parents command. I was careless cast into the pond of life No earthly thought, but by a mortal hand...
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Now I am the Matriarch
Now I am the Matriarch A few days past my Mother had a choice jump or burn Always an optimist she chose not to slowly roast tubes here and there...
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Too Many Monkeys
This city they call New York and this daily commute have been getting to me. I should have been a forest ranger. But I'll get over it. I always do...
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The Perfect Answer.
My Father was working in a nasty environment of sectarian abuse. He found the answer.
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My Wee Pal Adam.
There is a special connection between a Grandson and his Papa.
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Stringing Sentences Together
Particularly in windy weather I like to string sentences together and let them flap, bluster and blow until ,eventually, I let them go and watch them...
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Kite Flying
Battering body into sky, The frame flexes but does not break, And the tail whips the airflow, So wild up there! And down here: just a pair of strings...
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19
Okay, so, he began hesitantly. I'm afraid I have moved out of that room, our room in a way. I did it over the course of last week - people were...
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Leggings end of first book
Or I could be looking in the wrong direction: it could be second generation crime in my second marriage. That happened in Earl Shilton, and his...
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Line Breaks
Its exactly at the point where the line Breaks that I feel Lost and low because I don't know where I'm going.
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Yeah
Would be longer than the piece. There currently ain't enough love.
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leggings is it true or not etc...
October is such a strange transistionary month, more edge to autumn. I ran out of the house to fly to the shops with a mid wish for peace. I'd been...
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Leggings stoke on trent
"Over the years." said Kitty reflectively, "I've lived in some odd places and met some strange people. Comes from being poor... I suppose." I always...
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A Drinking Buddy
A Drinking Buddy Copyright 2013 by Bill Rayburn I’ve had my share of drinking buddies in my life. The ones that truly mattered, the ones that helped...
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Home
Do you remember us? We slept within you for years. Decades. We were born and read to at night About beginnings of endings on beds beneath your...
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Alienation In A Crowded Room
Alienation In A Crowded Room By Bill Rayburn Glasses twinkling. Ice cubes clicking. Smiles fading. Eyes darting. Attention spans shortening...
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The Temple
In India, when I was young, a laced-up collar and a new-spiced bun were the things I treasured most. Not Karole, my half-sister whom I despised; nor...
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leggingsunhappyagain@60+com notes form at end....
“Asura” said Kitty suddenly opening the door and stepping in. “I wanted to call the whole range that. It reflects the character of some girls I know...
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Primary School Memories
Mixed up little witch sky-high before lunch I hid beneath the cave of wooden desks with metal inkwells in first year juniors. How did Miss Cooper get...
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The road
The icewave has returned. Like a slow fog that strangles strange, It leaves an umber lump in my brain. From this point the past is a wasteland, of...
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Terry and Terri and Colin Who's Almost Normal
I was getting out of my car when we lived in the old house when I noticed this little motor driving slowly down the street. At the time we lived in a...
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