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My stories

Daddy Long Legs

Daddy Long Legs There was a singular man who walked tall around our Basildon town in an open necked shirt, a comb in his top left pocket. Shiny shoes...
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Cherry

Record

Record And they are spitting bars in the chapel. I watch my back, my moods switched on. It’s chilly. The prison dialled down until November. Price of...
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Cherry

Tide

Tide We are watching football. Bellingham skates on Wembley ice. Our phones bleep with news and more news. Italy score, but we own the tide. There is...
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Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Geese

Geese Across an England October zinc sky, they come. Sketched at angles as if to resemble flags dragged. The Geese are migrating. Rain falls and I...
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Cherry

Raymond

Raymond The season brings the oldness of a year. A light straining out from a coal morning. The radio wears a cardigan with news of how much the...
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