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My stories

Funereal

They will say I was having a laugh all the way to the end, dying alone in a green room, a book of my own poems in my lap.
Cherry

The Actual Queen

You imagine an alternative life for her where she is a waitress in a checker-board pie shop, jellied eels piled up like alien spines.
Cherry

Flint

The conversation we had about patterns in leaves, in cabbages, Romanesque, the golden ratio between our finger joints

Everyone's got a spotlight

The penny-drop choreography of a drunk at a hubcap, his self-image in the slanted chrome.

Alternative Ending

Gandalf sloped back to Gondor with a burning eye of shame on his cheeks, his staff no more than a walking stick, hat in his grizzled hand, flapping behind him like a windsock.

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