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StoryFive Instances of Water and Memory Kilb50612 years 10 months ago
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StoryMy Family and Other Animals MistakenMagic3012 years 10 months ago
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StorySoftly Chimes the Bell... Silver Spun Sand2012 years 10 months ago
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My stories

Cherry

Reading at the Lowe Library

Here, the sunset hangs like strips of ripened honeycomb, dripping fire onto the sill.
Cherry

Miles to Go Before I Sleep

Written on a platform at Durham train station, 21/01/11. I don't ever want to feel like this again.
Cherry

We're All Mad Here

There's a girl at the table to my right, curled up in her chair and retreating into a bottle-green hoody like a snail. She must be at least my age, yet she's clutching a soft toy penguin.
Poem of the week

Hide and Seek

"In a daze of lavender oil and mirtazapine dreams, I go looking for her. Having wandered on the wrong side of the River Wear for weeks"
Cherry

Postscript

In all our fanciful talk of crisp, white bed sheets, Romania, and teaching English, I never thought to mention we would call our son 'Ted'

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