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My stories

Cherry

Socialist Cocaine

There ain’t no such thing as socialist cocaine. You may be one of those who buys sustainable clothes, fair trade food, the Big Issue. Once cried for...

And It's Over To History For The Weather

Live through this, called useless as a kid. A cunt, flat footed, friend of a Yid. Live through this, raped in my teens. “I want to suck a cock, boy,...
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Nineteen and the Mermaids

Found after a storm by a walker out on his own after a Christmas lunch for one was a sand letter and three pairs of shoes which were in truth...
Cherry

There Were Other Blizzards

Thin snow, small accumulations. The six thirty forecast is on the payroll of the devil. My left boot ankle deep, the right up to my calf. A drift...
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An Adonis Outside Unity House

It’s March, it’s snowing. But somehow I think that if the sun breaks we’ll see bare chested men parade Westgate as if Greek gods flexing non existent...

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