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My stories

Purse

By span on Wed, 09 Nov 2005

In the tobbacconists she always kept a fistful of change in a paper bag her present from ambivalent parents measuring out attention to their children like bio food, as the day and her lips gathered
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Familiar

By span on Wed, 09 Nov 2005

I could straddle the streets always forcing forwards with my left foot and not notice the closed curtains the lack of cats and the smell of gas with no fire. It could combust like a sofa in the middle of the night
Autobiography
Certificate U

Those girls like electrical currents

By span on Thu, 03 Nov 2005

A wierd sort of half poem. Sort of a monologue to a jealous girlfriend from a cruel boyfriend. hard to tell which one is worse. 'What do they mean to you - those girls like electrical currents?' I had to take you away to the other side of the bar, to hold your hand when I didn't want to because you were too much,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Cornice

By span on Thu, 03 Nov 2005

The scalloped edges of cakes made her feel like marzipan, unpopular and old. At wine lunches she found ways to make parcels of chicken and goats cheese disappear faster than sick stains off the back of a cistern.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

The Ovary Aunt

By span on Wed, 02 Nov 2005

What she doesn't know is that her body is boiling - today, fresh cists are easing through glutinous gills lilke simmering milk, They are fine whilse they stay there mulling, all mustard and metal-
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

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