Autobiography

Models have Vaginas too

All of a sudden, as if touched by an impatient prod, Or electric shock from the dozens of heartbeats panting expectantly... A naked figurine - A...
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Me and dad

There were two ways to walk to the town; usually it was by the road. But some days, when time stretched ahead without limit, when the mood was on for...
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The Man Next Door

In an isolation unit in a London hospital I am forced to come to terms with the man next door...
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Poem of the week

What Remains

(Edit) Her latest piece – The Goldberg Variations still open at the final page.
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Colour Me Blue

Shall imagine the sky is Aquamarine... not a weary shade of Winter Gloom;
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Fox

'Across clearings, an eye, a widening, deepening greenness...' Ted Hughes

Brown Linoleum

I’m sweating like a pig as I mop crusted gunk from the floor. Damn dogs. Can’t eat like civilized creatures, they have to eat like goddamn wild...
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Dear Diaries

I've been going to write, again, for such a long, long time.
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THAT WAS THE FRIENDSHIP WE HAD BACK THEN

THAT WAS THE FRIENDSHIP WE HAD BACK THEN For Gary Around forty-eight years ago when I lived above my dad’s shoe repair shop at 116 Bradford road; I...

All the right places

I've been looking for myself...
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