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StoryArchives (1997) camdenreece212 years 1 month ago
StoryAn Imitation of Dylan Thomas? camdenreece212 years 1 month ago
StoryA Quickie camdenreece512 years 1 month ago
CollectionTales From the 21st Century camdenreece012 years 1 month ago
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StoryMy Brother Is camdenreece112 years 3 months ago
StoryI'm Not A Poet camdenreece012 years 3 months ago
StoryNick Clegg Ate My Homework camdenreece812 years 7 months ago
StoryFebruary Marching camdenreece212 years 8 months ago
StorySticks and Stones MS1112 years 11 months ago
StoryThe God of Wetherspoons camdenreece313 years 1 week ago
StoryGran camdenreece213 years 1 month ago
StorySo this is Christmas? camdenreece213 years 9 months ago
StoryUntitled camdenreece213 years 9 months ago
StoryPanic Attacks and Anxiety camdenreece413 years 9 months ago
StoryWork Makes Man... camdenreece313 years 9 months ago
StoryMichael Finnegan camdenreece214 years 3 months ago
StoryI Met Myself Today camdenreece414 years 4 months ago

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Work Makes Man...

Work for me started in a shiny forecourt where a hundred men’s aspirations were crafted into a new BMW 7 Series.

I'm Not A Poet

The news is full of it. A poem has burst right out of a man’s stomach and several passersby have been struck. This is the tenth time in as many days and the panic is setting in.
Cherry

An Imitation of Dylan Thomas?

I am not sure if I was imitating or satirizing Dylan Thomas

Archives (1997)

‘I don’t think I can survive here.’ She stares at me awhile. ‘So, you don’t think you can survive here?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Why do you think that?’
Cherry

I Met Myself Today

I met myself today, when I was eight years old. It was raining. Cars pushed puddles onto the pavement and the water rolled along the concrete and licked the large panes of glass in front of me.

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