The barriers

I get around to you because you asked me to, then what did we do? She accrues favours like some get the gout. Hurting is healing she’ll say, and I guess that it’s right when we cry in the night we can smile through the day so it seems to be a half dream, like it…

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Wasting it

The cows came in twice a day and usually for milking, sometimes if it rained they came in anyway looking for shelter looking for hay I used to sit and count the ears on a sheaf of corn wishing I hadn’t been born into this, wishing that Julie Andrews would kiss me instead of Dick…

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Excerpt from the dishwasher diaries

To get a degree you need to be (which I was never) clever. I’m what they called a late developer, the picture being taken I was just late in appearing to be and no degree It makes sense to me that’s more sense than the syllabus made and educated on the lean streets of a…

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Day trips to Blackpool

Three artists for effect a tower to direct the Sun to paint the mornings when my mum made breakfast, now dear mum has gone the paint has faded the art struck dumb the towers crumble one by one and on and on we go…

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Mach 2

This is the odyssey in the unsettling of a night and it’s flight or fight. Run and we lose, fight and we might die. So we try and we do. Who? There’s sparkle of stars overhead and I never got used to them, underfoot is where I put my faith, terra firma and I’m the…

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Action replays

Becoming that part of the mystery, crossing over the boundary, leaving behind all the misery, I wonder if the secret will unfold for me. I see transparency in the darkness about me as if there’s a bubble of light that surrounds me, all hope’s never lost and that’s patently true. You who have never known…

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Swiping on

Eventually, as the crow flies before everyone dies of boredom we’ll all get our skates on and take the lead in someone or others Facebook feed. I’m whistling Dixie hoping someone picks me. It’s not so bad being last in the queue, there’s no one behind you to stab you in the back. I see…

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Not dead yet

Someone made an effigy and they’re sat in a backroom sticking pins in me, in fits and spurts it blasted hurts, someone made an effigy. You get used to abuse and it ain’t no use to complain, but I do, who made the effigy? was it you? Vibrations. it’s all about the sensation you feel…

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Pegasus

Island hopping, life never stopping to draw a breath. Racing through the lace of the sky, clouds shout, Hi, I don’t hear them, only slowing when the light goes green, which is the witch in me being awkward. Backflow, forward in slow mo’, side, headlong dancing I don’t know where this island hop will take…

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Blossom time

So soft the rain that gently bathes my skin and underneath the darkening sky I climb the drops to enter in. A winter here, but Summer never far away. I wait for Spring to listen to the daffodils that sing and bees that hum. Yes, another Summer will surely come before the end of day…

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