Autobiography
Hand it over
It’s 9am and I’ve forget to pray Wonder if the lord has got my back today Baseball cap on and my rucksack strapped Dizzy out the door because of the...
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My Barbiography
Throughout plenty of my formative years, Barbie was my idol. Along with many other girls my age, there was something deeply appealing to me about a...
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Nic Nac Paddy Whack
‘IRA, IRA. Fuck the Queen and the UDA...’
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Montage of my sons. IP
Quicksilver hands as sharp as eyes. Your Trojan smiles flinty edged, your jawlines merge with the fizz and pop of consonant and vowel. American and Anglicised.
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My secret space
Commentary books of the old faith Line my walls like regimented soldiers Finding their way there by chaos and disorder A tatty Latin school...
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A Slightly Hyperbolic Tale of a Man Who has Accomplished Relatively Nothing
Ashton Macaulay: A Slightly Hyperbolic Tale of a Man Who has Accomplished Relatively Nothing Welcome to what I can only assume will be a barbaric...
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Time that passed
Thinking of time that passed I looked back deep to the paths I passed To many faces and to many smiles, Some showed loved so others pretended For the...
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mirrors
a rock i throw through the glass of the past where the flowers grow where breezes blow waters flow the die is cast slow is fast first comes last once...
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Fishing with Gramps
Sundays were fishing with Gramps...
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Letter to a Friend 2
Marianne, I need help. I don't know what I've done. Everything seems to be falling apart. I feel like I'm approaching infinity. Things are speeding...
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