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My stories

Cherry

Blow

Room scattered with the things, that every days are made of. Rotting food from days ago. Stale curls of crisps. Her body is a centerpiece. Its skin iced, diced, puffed.
Cherry

The Swordfish And Shave

The second-hand flicked past the fingers of midnight, the virgin moments of a new day. The 'Swordfish and Shave' was emptying for the

14

On this day. The number 14, is all mine. Van Morrison singing. 'Turn up your radio'. I oblige. I'm in the moment. I spin in my dressing gown. Clap my hands to Aretha.

Like Montgomery Clift

It's building. This angst. Thick black bile. A heavy weather. Avenues empty, paths harden. This heat haze, can be grabbed. I sit in profile. Hopper honed. Framed by skylight,

Valley Story

Sickle moon hangs cockeye over the valley. Bubbling pots, sweating out sweet mists. The rosy boy poised proudly for dinner. As sunset hobo shuffles in for his piece.

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