Dan Ryder

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My stories

Pickled.

When I see the pickled stem of my own wilted soul, I clamour, But watch the marrow flow through my fingers. In ecstatic operas of sadness, I realise...

Opaque Tableaux

All that light is borne by the wing of the crow, His blackness a wreath and sanctuary of darkness That dips into the day and denudes it of colour...

Gospel

And speak again does my growling stomach brain, The Grendal in my bowels who screams and curses My heart with burning bile. Inside as out, the rain...

Pulse.

The branches reach down to cradle the bank, a skin of bark Growing into gnarled awnings, clutched in a morphic expression of arthritic discomfort;...

Yesterdays Cracks.

On the subject of surface noise; the dripping of water or the distant tap of shoe on solid oak floor; a chamber of dancing dust motes in ballroom...

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