Anal Sex
In an interview I read this week with AL Kennedy she said her w
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The Year of Miracles
He was not thinking of the light bulb as it batted it’s last wing. He had lay in the bath too long - he was thinking of his rumpled mushroom.
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Ice and fire
13:30 GMT. Aboard the ecological tourist ship Global Commitment at the edge of the Antarctic ice fields…
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Billy the magic bat.
Ben and his magic bat.
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I Have a Cunning Plan
‘In Bonobo society, females form alliances to intimidate males, sexual behaviour (in virtually every partner combination) replaces aggression and serves many social functions, and unrelated groups m
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Black and White: The Letter
It was a black and white landscape. Ebony ink, ivory parchment. Her hand on the quill was slender and elegant, the skin pale and smooth.
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A Minute of Your Time
The boy can't help it.
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The Voice
What’s left when the body fades, The face drawn to a mask? Utterly definable through a century, More perfectly preserved than wind-stabbed stone, The human voice is utterly unflinching,
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Poetry a medium for any message
Poetry is amongst the most treasured of our oral traditions. Hundreds of years ago, poets sat around smoky peat fires reciting tales of their ancestors to an audience of the unlettered.
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Observing a Lizard
He is only a grey skittering movement on the face of a sunripened stone. Offering his presence in the morning’s tall heat, slowly contemplating the sting of red dust
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