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My stories

Running With The Wild Boys

Everybody has to grow up some time
Cherry

An Open Letter To The Council Of Higher Beings - An Inspiration Point response

A response to the latest Inspiration Point - 'There is no greater God than the great God Google'.

Addiction & Subtraction

There are only minuses, my mind knows this. Yet my heart still longs for the smell, for the taste; for the tacit implication of wanting something I know is hurting me. But such is the drug,

Views From A Seaside Balcony

Clock hands catch missing time As a new days looms and knits Into a sunrise on the horizon The ocean wears white caps Of tidings from faraway places Carried by favoured currents

Local Colour

A mealy mouthed bird With hair so absurd I thought she was a he cross dressed Throws words like punches In garbled bunches She has so much to get off her chest Across the wide bar

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