The Spider
What I hated about mezze was a spider that spread his picnic-blanket net, sat like a roman in the centre as dishes flung themselves around his plate. That spider never doubted,
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Sitges, Sitges, Sitges
So said the barwoman of the hotel terrace bar. We we looking down on the church, at a green laser light playing on the ground. It was nothing really, like something a kid would have.
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All Is Quiet, Tonight
A peaceful interlude.
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Intrude.
A journey in the mind through an ex-boyfriends house, remembering a coming-of-age relationship.
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Met
I should’ve been asleep, but sat upright clasping a cup of cold coffee to my chest and listening out for everyone who hadn’t met yet… Remember the Brandywell Lane bus stop
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Hit
A poem written after loosing a friend from a tragic accident. RIP Natalie, Sept 2008
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a Highschool tale
The 4th floor staircase, how could I forget? Like the colour on a butterflies wings, it's significance is ever present. We would Meet there every time the first bell rung
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Brown Shoes on Sunday
conflict...
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