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My stories

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'
Cherry

Homesickness

You know, I’d convinced myself I was actually crazy...this time I’d resigned myself to the fact that I would end up in a strait-jacket by my mid-twenties.
Cherry

A Home-coming

I don't feel particularly prodigal, nor do I really wonder if I'm a lie coming home to roost - I'm past all that.
Cherry

Coming Home

The poetry has dried up as of late, so here's a bit of prose about my last week in Durham.

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