Autobiography
Phantasmagoric
“You will have an interesting night,” laughed Aunt Pam, my husband's uncle's wife. “we are putting you in the haunted room.” We had gone to visit...
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It was mental growing up
Talking to oneself was well known to be the first sign of madness. Mrs Baker was pale and distracted all the time. Her two little girls wore dirty...
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It is I, Abiku
Author's Note: I had to write this as a part of an African Writers' unit in my literature class. The abiku is a sort of spirit child in Nigerian...
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Head over heels
In black and white, with a heart beat... fingers and spine and feet... Visible via a jellied belly More than we could wish to see on telly. Jaw drops...
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The Crew of the Wolverine
My name is Wesley Zedock. I am Captain of the Wolverine . I have spent my days in noxious fumes And looking out for monsters from the deep. My ship...
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still here
if cancer is a nobel loss as a soldier's legs or arms the other side of suicide raises no alarms if the life i steer is not so clear without booze...
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Lapsus Linguae (I.P.)
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Out of the Mouths...(I.P.)
A family meal in the Beijing Palace, and the waiter says to her...
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The Longest Day
The quickening thrill still trembles in the memory of my palm cupped gently lest I crushed the terrible delicacy and tender fragility of embryonic...
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FUNKY GIBBON
One day in 1966 – or it may be five, or four – I was standing in the kitchen, when I heard the mighty roar Of Dad’s trusty old blue moped which he...
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