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CollectionBoys, Girls and Alcohol and Random Things (Poetry) caribou_19 years 1 month ago
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StoryChunky and The Human Dustbin caribou_610 years 11 months ago
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CollectionAn Illustrated Compendium of London Monsters caribou_112 years 3 months ago
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StoryUntitled caribou_112 years 5 months ago
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My stories

Gold cherry

Railway Tracks, Laughter & Spiders

The buddleia is turning brown by the side of the tracks A butterfly perches, rises, perches, rises, then suddenly turns back The South side signal...
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Lily

You were palm-sized when you arrived Wide-eyed and wrinkled Spent every day from then by Angela's side Enjoying all things simple We called you...
Cherry

Night bus

Entering the hidden cathedral of my mind Through the back door of nostalgia On the 159 From Trafalgar Square to nowhere Across the Waterloo bridge A...
Cherry

Friday nights

Staring at a plane with you in awe As if we had never seen one Or been on one before And couldn’t even dream how that might feel Like watching moon...

Proposal poem

I was hiding quietly in my single life In a perpetual state of too-many-pints All jaded sarcasm and predictable cynicism None of it seemed right 60...

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