No Stoopa

The prospect of you leaving for the weekend, it chills me like whip-wind.

Gilbert v Gregson

The Zong's name is tethered by a spidersilk pilot line to the legal duellists. Not a goof or poobah, but a ship surrounded by cannonball splashes like huge rain
Cherry

Meeting Emma In The Toilets

at last, after four years of howsitgoings; intro seminars sat adjacent when we all ignored the Hi speech before us, panicking about what we would say; spells of not knowing for certain

Spandex

‘I’m tight like spandex’ her T shirt says and I watch her rest her breasts on the edge of the coffee ledge. I hear her ring tone and see her gloss slicked lips
Cherry

Skin flint

Skin flint My mother used her skin like flint, said she hadn’t shaved since Patti Smith got on stage and pissed on pop posters. She cut our hair in lego lines,

Kangaroo Court

Mexico 86, I was done for assault Took the Mirror on – proved it wasn’t my fault Fleet Street and lies, as usual, in cahoots So it wasn’t just Lineker filling his boots
Cherry

Uncle Reggie's Study Room

Uncle Reggie heard my knock and, after two long minutes, opened the door.

These Stairs

You edge away from the suspicious brown path That might be equally be rust or blood
Cherry

Angeni

A young woman searches for a reason why a member of her church calls her a different name.

www.alifeofrecluse.com

National/Cultural Identity, VS Personal Identity. Whats Freedom got to do with it? A Life of Recluse; The tale of the two conflicting worlds of an individual.

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