Words: Last Lunch Break for a While

Wet leaves slide me into Stockbridgeand your gloved hand, which you withdrawwhen the ground resumes its grip.You tell me your cobblestones:the beauty of well-run meetingsand your life laid out ahead of you,the toe-width cracks you trip ontrying to make it ...

TORNADO CRUSH

TORNADO CRUSH Getting over you Was a shirt being tucked back in Was coffee ...

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PORT EDGAR, MAY (AFTER)

PORT EDGAR, MAY (AFTER) canny see the banks anymore the firth’s havin a tantrum ...

Crossing the bridge words SNACK

Short Story – Crossing the bridge

12:00 ‘Alright, time’s up. Pens down!’ 12:01 The empty tick-tock of the clock is ...

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THE SOLSGIRTH SNAKE

The huge metal clasp that held my father’s pit bag jumble, a mesh string ...