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My stories

Rome Burns

Rome Burns Nero composes in Tyre sings an Aria in Afghanistan an Arpeggio of fire the key is Katusha major not minor going up scale by scale and we just fiddle helplessly as the madness gets louder

The Possibility of Weather

The Possibility of Weather You are going to live abroad a refugee from memory the price of a good villa and good wine pebbles in your pocket You imagine slowing time and finally reading all the Christmas books piled high

School Run Home on the A21

School Run Home on The A21 wispy sticked winter trees carpet Castle Hill darking the roadside sparse as granny hair above it tweetie pie sky baby boo and pinketh topping rolling clouding pillows
Cherry

Chillin

Chillin Linking arms on the porch swing sipping Bourbon in a Julep minty frozen trickles Spanish Mossing down the glass Sugar Magnolia Your bare legged Beauregard cousin cosying up crickets blurring minutes into heated Cypress time

If I Was Catholic

If I was Catholic I could turn the yearning into something else love of God or something Satanic instead of sweet I could confess and be told to attend to duty and prayer be told that laughter, and lust, and love

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