Storm
Cradling PG-Lapsang Souchong Staring through the sash window Up from glossy print cottages In a shoplifted 'Country Life' Lightning slits the Surrey skies And thunders over the hospital
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Teardrops and Tupperware
A bulimic mother meets a gambling addict. [This story was written in 2009.]
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GRANDMA'S MAGIC SUNSHINE COOKIES
When life seems more like lemons than sunshine, make lemonade and a batch of cookies, sunshine cookies. It will make your day a little sweeter. Just ask Sarah. Read more...
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UNDEAD REQUIEM
The old wooden church had seen better days.
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Dream Recollection.
Last night I dreamed I had to escort a kangaroo wearing a head scarf on the London Underground.
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A Sad Observation
It seems to me that, in every generation, parents seem to think that the world has got more dangerous and children want more freedom.
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Spring's in a hurry
with luminescent hair, she came downing all over transparencies, streams and dreams scattering... petal after petal and pedal after pedal, the bicycling the rotation of the flowers,
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Ambition
A response to: “We’re all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars…” – Oscar Wilde. The Gutter was real, but Stars were my muse;
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Afternoon In The Park
I come to the park where no-one’s around The bell chimes two in the echoing town Still it seems to me that chaos is near Above, in the sound of the birds I hear.
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The Morning Bus
I always sit a few rows behind you. You definitely notice me now. We share a journey, this silent intimacy most mornings, 7.17 till 7.47. No-one in your life sees you like this.
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