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My stories

Night on Shaw Road

The little girl. She's telling me jokes, from her new, shiny book. Some we get, and some we don't. We laugh on the sofa. Demolish a packet of crisps. You are in the kitchen. On the phone,

Bournemouth. Two Weeks Before Christmas

The wind wraps me. Into you. And I can stand this now. For I am swept again. This isn't melancholy's jetsam, crashing a wave, hunting a riptide. I will not drown again. Am I clear on that?

Ruby's Felt Tipped Pen

Dolly in a push chair. Christmas, and carpet stains. An eight year old girl. Drawing me. On a whiteboard. Just off the kitchen. A tiny hand spiralling. Generous to my lack of hair. A tiny thumb in mouth.

Blow

Room scattered with the things that every days are made of rotting food from days ago stale curls of crisps her body is a centrepiece its skin iced, diced, puffed the blood needles high five her sleep

California Diary 11

L.A: 18th August 7.37am Mark Rothko gets me every time. It's only colour. So Paula and me go to the Museum of Contemporary Art. It's downtown and I have been there before. Saw a great David Hockney show a few years ago.

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