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StoryEl Planeta del Tesoro (Treasure Planet) Ewan52 months 4 weeks ago
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StoryWriters' Retreat maggyvaneijk213 years 7 months ago
StoryOn the Roadkill, with Jack (and Bill and Neal). Ewan33 years 8 months ago
StoryFirst Breath:Last Breath MJG123 years 10 months ago
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Storysometimes maggyvaneijk134 years 1 month ago
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Storytwentysixteen maggyvaneijk64 years 9 months ago
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StorySID AND NANCY YaseminB64 years 9 months ago

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sometimes

Sometimes it’s forgetting, like it’s nothing like it’s silence. Just blank recollection. And then it comes back, an attack of red wine, a droopy eye...
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twentysixteen

In February I fell from grace and it rained scraps of aeroplane. The sky was a mess, Cumulus mediocrisis. In May I fell again, down the stairs of a...
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trifecta

1. The last man I loved made me a dream catcher of dental floss and blonde hair. This is him, the last of him. We’re driving through a phlegmy drag...
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Retrospective Drawings

I recognised my body on the fifth floor of the Tate. All that messy yellow paint. Legs and arms spread out like vomit. I was twenty and breathing...
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church street cemetery

I follow the path where tombstones line up like stegosaurs plates. At the bottom there’s Timothy aureoled by a piss coloured glow. He spends most of...
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you know when you read

Posted on Wed, 30 Mar 2016

you know when you read something and you just have to sit down and be quiet and digest it all, that's what I had after reading this. It's exceptional. 

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The repetition in this is

Posted on Fri, 20 Dec 2013

The repetition in this is quite powerful! Beautiful piece. 

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