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My stories

Ghost Soup

Ghost Soup Limp memories sulk like cabbage in a soupy evening translucent but dim and tasteless dull as someone elses old chums the ones who holidayed in sporty days

Lunaria

Lunaria Honesty, moneywort, moonflower, silver dollar best dried and added to an arrangement light reflective paper disks subtle and ghostly setting off livelier colours and bolder shapes

Little Molls

Little Molls Little Moll riding hoods rushed about the yard got their boots and hats, tossed their hair mounted up sat up straight, held the reins and their nerve

Possession

Possession Possession is where ghostly boundaries waver become permeable membranes between this and the afterlife between you and me quantum physics ,something atomic

Polly Amory

Polly Amory Polly Amory is Bill Sykes moll if she bound her breasts like a flapper and drank pink gin an object of beaten bronze shining like rubbed brass

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