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My stories

Jules Rimet Dreaming

I've been sweating for the sun to rise the shrill whistle a kick inside i've been itching for cracked poetry over cornflakes from Grundig bakelite i'...

A Brutal Youth

i sit waiting for her book in hand a fluid sun out of depth shadows match sticking the day then teenage kicks bolt on skin the brutal sneer of...

Whisper at Black Cross

The diggers at black cross patiently waiting a wreckage of grief winding its reason hilltop bound ache of the slow tear and sweeping wild red curly hair across this field to the graveside wind whispers shrill dancing the last of the bluebells bending this season to her end

Meeting on a Pimlico Pavement

He's one of those days. An unpaid bill spilling blood on her cotton life. She just took the wrong turning into his chocolate coated eyes. She melts...

Under a Nikon Star

On the outskirts of Brady a man in flaked red-wings a dust bowl hat cradles a Nikon and shoots low against a star filled Dakota night at an abandoned...

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