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StoryA Letter To My Lover Dark Fox36 months 2 weeks ago
Storyperfect imperfections. Iamber.48 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Obligatory Snow Poem MistakenMagic261 year 4 months ago
StoryImaginings seashore131 year 7 months ago
StoryA Valentine from Berlin Overthetop191 year 8 months ago
StorySmell of an oilly rag peterelbee11 year 10 months ago
StoryTHE CHOSEN ONES ( PART SIXTY TWO ) skinner_jennifer121 year 10 months ago
StoryTaking the 5:40 with Kerouac IP hudsonmoon82 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Temptation Myth (IP) with apologies to the Isle of Sky L G Meadows22 years 3 months ago
StoryNo Time for Space smokejack53 years 4 weeks ago
StoryTory Fodder smokejack23 years 4 weeks ago
StoryAm I still a Virgin smokejack73 years 4 weeks ago
StoryBeing Five smokejack43 years 4 weeks ago
StoryEl Planeta del Tesoro (Treasure Planet) Ewan53 years 7 months ago
StoryLucky Insertponceyfre...534 years 2 months ago
StoryLady Luna EpheLuwe24 years 8 months ago
StoryTHE TALE OF WILLIE SCAT Annette Bromley25 years 1 month ago
StoryCalling Kilb50136 years 4 months ago
StoryLooking back at … supporting a child with Asperger symptoms Rhiannonw206 years 6 months ago
StoryA Little Bit Tired ItsSteveDave236 years 7 months ago
StoryWriters' Retreat maggyvaneijk216 years 11 months ago
StoryOn the Roadkill, with Jack (and Bill and Neal). Ewan37 years 1 week ago
StoryFirst Breath:Last Breath MJG127 years 2 months ago
StoryYears ago samhennig87 years 4 months ago
Storysometimes maggyvaneijk137 years 5 months ago

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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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