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sometimes
Sometimes it’s forgetting, like it’s nothing like it’s silence. Just blank recollection. And then it comes back, an attack of red wine, a droopy eye...
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twentysixteen
In February I fell from grace and it rained scraps of aeroplane. The sky was a mess, Cumulus mediocrisis. In May I fell again, down the stairs of a...
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trifecta
1. The last man I loved made me a dream catcher of dental floss and blonde hair. This is him, the last of him. We’re driving through a phlegmy drag...
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Retrospective Drawings
I recognised my body on the fifth floor of the Tate. All that messy yellow paint. Legs and arms spread out like vomit. I was twenty and breathing...
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church street cemetery
I follow the path where tombstones line up like stegosaurs plates. At the bottom there’s Timothy aureoled by a piss coloured glow. He spends most of...
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you know when you read
Posted on Wed, 30 Mar 2016
you know when you read something and you just have to sit down and be quiet and digest it all, that's what I had after reading this. It's exceptional.
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The repetition in this is
Posted on Fri, 20 Dec 2013
The repetition in this is quite powerful! Beautiful piece.
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