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My stories
Delia's How to Cook. Book 1
In the bookshop. In Basildon. We bonded. You with your cookbooks. Me behind the till. You asked me around. For tea. Pie and cream. I accepted. There and then.
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Leaving London
They are burning good books for warmth. Eating cats and dogs for tea. Chewing, laughing, and screaming. I can see them in our street. They are talking rabies on the radio.
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The Loveless
In my room of books. Warm radio noise. Yorkshire tea. Across the landing. The bath runs. She’ll enter it soon, and the soapsuds will sigh. From this chair. October drizzle presses,
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You Got The Floor by Arthur Adams
White shoes, White socks. Under the palm tree. Waiting to spin. Monday nights, are my night. Homework skipped, for higher ground. When it comes, this record. I’m free. Flying.
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The Ukulele Lady (re-strung)
In Burnley. In the county of Lancashire. In the country of England. It’s a wet, Friday afternoon. There’s an October slate sky, and the car park is full. Kerbed on a backstreet,
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