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StoryDay 24 poetjude013 years 1 month ago
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StoryCold in Summer poetjude313 years 1 month ago
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StoryCamellia Sinensis Love Song poetjude013 years 1 month ago
StoryBut I cried once poetjude013 years 1 month ago
StoryBurning the Plough poetjude013 years 1 month ago
StoryBrahma Tea Museum (Draught Free) poetjude013 years 1 month ago
StoryBoy from the high rise block poetjude013 years 1 month ago
StoryBorrowing Children poetjude313 years 1 month ago
StoryBorough Market poetjude013 years 1 month ago
StoryBlack Hole - Dead star poetjude013 years 1 month ago
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StoryBeyond Beersheba poetjude013 years 1 month ago

My stories

Gold cherry

Keble College

Dare I admit that I am still lonely and vagrant fingers tap the inside of my skull? Restlessly tango from foot to foot. tightened tendons leave no...
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The silence of the bees revisited

One night I had a dream in which we were scientists. The world was falling apart and people were looking to us for answers. The disintegration...
Gold cherry

Never forget smoking

The art of failing is easy to master, and after the first time I rolled a cigarette, the skill remained, honed to a production line perfection of...
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Bridge Street

It’s not like the movies, more like the gospel. Malnourished hearts fed a strange kind of food. Words are a scalpel, a scar from the past. I watch...
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This Coma

My world behind eyelids is shapeless now there’s a dark wall no thing can breach. Empty, bloodless spheres ascend interminable sleep. You whisper...

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