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I have 11 stories published in 2 collections on the site.
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city sacraments or songs

City Songs: Just a quick Step And through sliding doors Like teeth biting down On easily digestible Fast city tube food Like me Quickly looking around and choosing a seat. There are walkmans

waking

Sleepy Next wake New moons And oh Some sun Spitting gold The flowers Are coming back! Spring Something waking Deep Waiting And spitting Upwards. Green gold Some cliched explosions

warzone pictures

Yesterday they made a hole in the world Something came through In crimson disguise Apparently Her fathers brains just left his head Scattered in blue congealed surprise I don¡¯t know I only saw that picture;

unreasonable?

We have turned Reason Into a scintillating, delicately incisive knife, We can dissect arguments, people, cultures We have methodologies for methodology that methodically deconstruct Pretty much anything we choose to turn them on.

morning glory

In the morning she puts her face back on. She washes discreetly in the bathroom, whilst I pull myself from bed, and by the time I¡¯ve made it to the kitchen to get some tea on, she is sitting upright in the corner of our old sofa with its saggy cushions, her legs twisted underneath her, back straight, bag of makeup and various tubes, powders, eyeliners, lipsticks, gloss¡¯s, pencils, brushes; glimmering like treasure, like dragons hoard in the morning sun, as I boil the kettle.

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