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huts 2 (rewrite)
'I'm looking for Ailsa ward.' I speak too quickly, trying to sound as confident as him, almost stuttering. But if I stuttered I would have died. The...
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huts 1 (rewrite)
The security guard with a pencil moustache, slides open the window of the lodge at the hospital gates and addresses me as ‘sir’. I’m given directions...
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the case for the prosecution
Every morning Papa Adams opened early to catch workmen before they started the early shift in the yard. He pushed her belly out like a pram and...
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school project
you purl kisses into a corner of eternity my body an empty bucket filling slowly from the tingle of teeth feet in a slow dance of time swell and the...
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everything I once knew
Everything I once knew Grows apart and forgotten Like some dull stick Scarred and mutilated. The need to believe in – hope Hopeless Hazy eyed and...
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interesting, I was just
Posted on Thu, 24 Sep 2015
interesting, I was just thinking about something similiar (but different). How each generation weighs time. Trees by their weight of leaves offers the obivious analogy, are we so different?
Read full commentPosted in My Father's House
the sunset must have invaded
Posted on Tue, 22 Sep 2015
the sunset must have invaded the sky an orange.' I know what you mean, [the sun makes the sky glow orange] a little more care and you'll be right up there.
Read full commentPosted in Running on Desire - The Boat
there's a kind of coming back
Posted on Mon, 14 Sep 2015
there's a kind of coming back I like, an echo of the past and present, the begining and end.
Read full commentPosted in The sound of my love
you carry on too Jeanne we
Posted on Thu, 03 Sep 2015
you carry on too Jeanne we just muck in and write as we do.
Read full commentPosted in dread-nought
feels real. a headache that
Posted on Sat, 05 Sep 2015
feels real. a headache that binds all thoughts to hurry up and pass or let me die.
Read full commentPosted in Migraine
Reminded me a bit of Stephen
Posted on Tue, 01 Sep 2015
Reminded me a bit of Stephen King (Stand by Me and The Tommyknockers) it's certainly got that otherness that affects dreams and memory and turns a body. I don't think 'no one' needs a hypen. And I'm not sure about choosing 'initiates'. I love the...
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thanks vera and littlebit. I
Posted on Thu, 03 Sep 2015
thanks vera and littlebit. I acutally forgot I wrote this. I guess that photo of the wee boy in the sand, like the one in MyLi, of a little girl burning in Vietnam, makes you think, just a splurge of sound, on paper, no real sense. What makes me...
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I suppose getting it down on
Posted on Sun, 26 Jul 2015
I suppose getting it down on 'paper' might help?
Read full commentPosted in Love Journal #1 Damage Control
slight breeze and a hint of
Posted on Tue, 21 Jul 2015
slight breeze and a hint of danger in a leisurely lie.
Read full commentPosted in Thoughts on a Rooftop
thanks Rob, I'd guess I'm
Posted on Mon, 20 Jul 2015
thanks Rob, I'd guess I'm held in such esteem because I've been here longest. I must admit to writing as much rubbish as the next man (or woman), but I'd also guess I've lucked in that it's the first you've read and you like it so much....
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