HaiAnh

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StoryShoeboxes of love stacked like brickwork HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryReading a Friend in London HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Troubadour HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryPortraits HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryPrelude HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryLessons in Intonation HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryLOCUST HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Teeth That Crossed The Picket Line HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Eye And Inside Being Them HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Remaining Inch Which Could Move Aside The Wrinkle HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryThis is Just to say HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Year of Miracles HaiAnh111 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Man In Front HaiAnh111 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Girl With Norwich In Her Pocket HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryThat’s That HaiAnh111 years 5 months ago
StoryMustard Honey HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryMagic is in the word Pho HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryPeas and Melon HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryStealing Daffodils at UEA HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryThey’re perfect HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Saison Poetry Library Does Not Charge For Overdue Books HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Magician's Assistant HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Man With Nine Feathers In His Hair HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryJust Like That HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago
StoryI am Good HaiAnh011 years 5 months ago

My stories

WAITING ROOM

First draft. All feedback welcome.
Cherry

Saturday Morning

Are you awake? I walk into a supermarket on Hoe Street so I can hear him. It’s one I haven’t been into yet. I pretend to look interested in the cereals. Yes, since eight.

I am Good

I am good at writing. See I am doing it now, one handed. My name has been in magazines and some books (see CV). I can explain didactic rhythm and spondees to children.

DEAR READER

Dear Reader, we have not met this is because I have been busy writing terribly important things. I think of you occasionally when nothing else of much importance is happening.
Cherry

Sestina for my far too beautiful self

I look far too beautiful to travel on buses. This is what people say when I am travelling on buses looking far too beautiful.

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