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My stories


I have come here for your name

She had a half completed tattoo of a rose on her cheek which was red raw.
Poem of the week

Her eyes belonged to infinity

Her voice was grey green like the bruises the rain leaves on a forest floor
Gold cherry

The day before the day before you died

Such random acts of attempted murder were considered to be character building in those days

The tear collector

You plucked the tears from my cheeks with a pair of entomologist's tweezers

You will not age well

as if love was a quantitative thing like a group of pensioners huddled under a rain blasted shelter on the promenade in Eastbourne