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My stories

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Helter Skelter

It all began so very well on this blossomed Easter Day. Which led to a misunderstanding - in a quietened, difficult way. Tiptoeing the Pacific...
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Languages

It’s early evening and I’m meeting a man to discuss iambic. He offers a drink and I refuse and he asks why not, of course. I say one will lead to...
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She

And I walk alone in a city wept of its men and what we do. Last week, in early Spring, I ’ d cock my head, maybe smile. But here, as if a Crocus. I...
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Kid B

Radiohead can’t help you now. As your MacBook loses its sheen. Breaths are sampled through bleeped hours. A country coughs in twinkled green.
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Fork (after Robert Frost)

Five years and I’m back in the middle of this. The lipstick, cocaine traces and cheap tequila are the weapons of her dislocation. She beckons me from...

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