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My stories

The Coal Porter

Walking with sand tides against methane winds. A man shadowed through gunmetal blue, seeks coal. There were once days of counting ways of how to live...
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Poem of the week

Nineteen and the Mermaids

Found after a storm by a walker out on his own after a Christmas lunch for one, was a sand letter and three pairs of clogs which were in truth...

Begging’s Not My Business

Coins in her pillow case. Perhaps with current inflation this was the new rate that tooth fairies dispense. Downstairs in the kitchen, she heard the...
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Come Sunday

While you scrubbed your kitchen on Sunday morning Methamphetamine an old woman tapped at your door. She’d moved here yesterday and had made you a pie...
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To Recover

There were no truths in bruised boots and jangled guitars. In hindsight, he should have known that he would not travel so far. His affectations of...
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