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My stories

Poem of the week

Throwing rocks at shop signs

When I was a kid I used to love Asterix, it was like my thing. We would go round lane corners yelling beep dropping poo sticks off bridges, high fiving soft wood trees,

Pages of eyelids

The pages of eyelids The first time my father took me to the library I felt I had ingested a globe lamp and it became a gob stopper, a bath pearl,
Cherry

Eat

I like to watch people enjoy their food – the man who shines an apple on his jacket and then throws it in the air like a bowler. A girl on the train tearing cliff lines out of a tuna baguette.

The future pessimist

What are you doing Wednesday? Let’s see ‘The Future’. Our faces squint in the dark- skin headlines, cancer victims, texting machines.

I want a T shirt with the session singer on it

Watching the band, in the special acoustic theatre designed to work without microphones with everyone slicked in after work wine jewels

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