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My stories

The Return Of Snowbaby

Once. Snow on my table. A tight, rolled ten pound note. Tears. Now. Snow against sodium. Dashboard, window frame. Morning. The first bus yawns by. Shivering overcoats. Scarves. Hats.

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

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