Juices

my juices are flowing I can't stop putting pen to paper the headache won't stop me the misery won't stop me the happiness won't stop me I have both misery and happiness at the same time

no word thief

I thought they might have nicked my little WH Smith black book when I visited the loo I left it there on the table tempting wrong 'uns along with my half drunk pint and bag of peanuts
Cherry

The Ukulele Lady

In Burnley. A wet, Friday afternoon. October slate sky, and the car park is full. Kerbed on a backstreet, the ukulele lady. Applying lipstick, a cadet hat, for the lost boys in the room.

Urban Frat

"That does it!" Briana said. She got up and flew out of the bedroom...

KILLER

There is a killer on the loose.

On Being Disembodied

On Saturday night I’m going to be disembodied. Come along if you want to listen.

Prophecies of a vision

At a very tender young age I was visited by a vision in the night; that I could see with both my eyes open or closed. No matter where I gazed...
Cherry

Every time I see a couple kissing in public I'll think of you and me on Princes Street

singing the Pogues at the top of our voices

Fractured

Fractured (16th September 2008, 4.25pm) And this is how it ends ________________Time has not been kind Like blows to backs of heads ________________I watched Taggart last night Alone
Cherry

Orbital

Orbital (16th September, 2008, 2.39pm) When You approach, my heart rises and swells, blood bubbles to the surface, magnetised, wells like magma at the centre of a planet. Orbital.

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