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Rust and Dust 4
The Tink stamped his feet against the cold. Lit a Woodbine. A packet of five from his jacket pocket. Smoked the edge off the day and blew it between...
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Rust and Dust 3
The Tink fell into step beside her. Something in her stirred and unsettled him. And it wasn’t just her beauty or her overpowering perfume. He’d...
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Rust and Dust 2
‘There’s a strange smell in here.’ She paused in the doorway as if to gather it up and make certain. She was small but had that wide-eyed presence...
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Rust and Dust
Scratching the styptic strip from under his double chin and craning his neck, the gaffer stared past the Tink as if trying to catch him out. The...
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Last Great Auk,
We were caught by the fog. It seemed to have been conjured up and threw milky cataracts into our eyes. White fulmars watched us from their nests. The...
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I suppose we all end up with
Posted on Mon, 26 Feb 2024
I suppose we all end up with a woman (or man) we've only know a short while. I guess we'll fall back on they were a different generation. We're a different generation too. Perhaps if we write it down that'll help?
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I shaved my dad before he
Posted on Mon, 26 Feb 2024
I shaved my dad before he died. Lived with him and worked with him. Never knew him. The strange thing is my sisters say I'm the dead spit of him. hmmmm.
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The next BBC Open Call
Posted on Tue, 31 Oct 2023
The next BBC Open Call submission window will be open between 12 noon on Tuesday 7th November 2023 and 12 noon on Tuesday 5th December 2023.
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ah words sometimes fall short
Posted on Sat, 21 Oct 2023
ah words sometimes fall short, but you have risen to the challenge of raising the dead to something like remembrance.
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I hope we're swinging back
Posted on Sat, 29 Jul 2023
I hope we're swinging back into the light. Maybe not yet, Maybe not ever. But the hope sings in your poem.
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I guess we all see worthless
Posted on Mon, 01 May 2023
I guess we all see worthless coins sometimes. but to trade them for words and poetry is to create a new currency.
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it's a dog's life, but
Posted on Fri, 09 Dec 2022
it's a dog's life, but sometimes it isn't. The transmigration of the soul takes many forms (so we're told). Why not a dog? Or a cat? Or a Tory? Too far, sorry.
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War and Peace, you'll need to
Posted on Fri, 02 Dec 2022
War and Peace, you'll need to saw my arm off. I hitchhiked through France, well, the Frrench bits, with a guy that had his arm in a sling. It was dead, but he couldn't bear to lose it. I understood that. I'd have been the same, Hoping for an arm(...
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you never do know what
Posted on Sun, 15 May 2022
you never do know what enlightenment will be. Settle for the fish tea.
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life is a shock perhaps
Posted on Fri, 06 May 2022
life is a shock perhaps unplanned, but you've got the fight to stay that way here.
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