Justin Tuijl
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No ghosts here
My grandad’s house – I went there so many times in real life and so many times in my dreams. Then it was remarkable, that pebble dashed ex-council...
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Departure Gate
“I’m going to have a coffee, how about you?” said the man. “Ok, I’ll have a tea,” said the girl. She took off her coat and hung it on the back of the...
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No Grandad in His Things
We disembowelled my Grandad’s house after he died. One minute in 1985 his house was like it had always been. Model kits of the Cutty Sark and HMS...
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a mundane life
(This is a prose poem, sort of. Based on "Povel" by Geraldine Kim) there is dirty cutlery in the sink. it isn’t mine. i take it out in order to put...
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Caffeinated in Woolwich
(This is from my mini-book on amazon: https://amzn.to/2ZStYsM ) We sit in deep faux leather sofas at the new Coffee Lounge in Woolwich, with a large...
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