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My stories

Of Bad Bone and Picture Book: Darwin 1999

Regretful, sad, heavy. A big stone in a pocket, that I want to throw in a river. But cannot, because its something more than memory. It was a black man in the white sun. Who was,
Cherry

The Fan with the License: Growing Up Competition Entry

We argued so much that one of us had to be punched. I wish I could call him now and laugh about it all. I can’t do that because Andy Otley is dead.

The New Breed

The net curtains twitch. Mondays itch, as I walk by. Yeah. I’m this pure driven boy. Walking your streets. Hear me now! Because. I can cut you down, or make you sing.

Return to Wild Wood

This England. High sky, mid-afternoon. Its early summertime, and a light rain falls. Here we both are. Standing. Hand in hand, amongst trees, bees, butterflies.

Gig

Sitting at the bar, waiting for the band to play. Two-tone drink in hand. The DJ playing late Clash. Pork pie hats enter the room. Then a face that he once knew, loved beyond reasonable doubt.

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