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Guinea-pig
In his expensive, light grey suit, unshined shoes, I watch him in his deep sleep, in my cream coloured armchair. I say my armchair, it was partly...
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The Ship and the Iceberg
Calm waters on the horizon, But the passengers wanted to go a different route. Soon choppy waters became the order of the day, Winds whipped up and...
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Stuck Up Twit
When it comes to underprivileged people, you are nothing but an abuser. You believe that people who get food stamps and other free food are losers...
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FLEETING TIME
FLEETING TIME! He sat in the stillness and listened to the wisdom of his soul. It was there in the quiet, he could feel his connection with the...
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missing: presumed poet
toothed toast edges remain, cooled coffee has assembled serene pools in the sink each reflects a ceiling
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The House that Jill Built
She chose this site because it reminded her of her first memory. A different place, an altogether further and older and more inauspicious place,...
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Pillar of the village
Everybody loved Mrs Leversham, respected member of the community in a small south-western suburb where the area seemed to masquerade as a sea-side...
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Siege Of Leningrad
Siege of Leningrad, Starvation and cruel noose around the city by Nazi fascists. Hitler wanted them to suffer, Content to let them starve slowly to...
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When I Came Up for Air
When I Came Up for Air (after Stevie Smith) Everything has withered and died. How can I stay here? Once, when young, I could see futures. But not...
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I Can See You...
Imagine, if you will, the scene. It is a Thursday evening in February; a spoken word event at a city centre coffee bar is in full flow. One reader...
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