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Barbie Umbrella

my own mother says I’m a monster when I put the Thundercat sword into the fire I don’t remember it was that way but I know, somehow I cannot be trusted.

I’m too aware of myself

But what’s the point of finishing now? I might as well ride it out, see what happens.

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Crisp Air and Causes

Crisp Air and Causes

I am momentarily surrounded by a hurricane of sparrows, before they settle, skitter, and scoot, their wings as subtle as breath. I wonder fleetingly on the nature of productivity – are dollars to people what crumbs are to sparrows? The gentle breeze delivers crisp air and causes the leaves of a nearby tree to applause.

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esse, or, er, on, an, ette

esse, or, er, on, an, ette

Brickmasonette, or Brickmasonesse.

Doctor, Doctress, Doctorette. Trucker, Truckesse. Businessman, businesswoman, Busy person, Busyness.

Sorted.

Wait!

Waitress…

Nurse, Nursor – Nice…

‘Male Nurse’ shouldn’t exist.

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Honey Bea

“I’ve taken hormones, so I’ve got the tits,” she said, “but I’m waiting for the chop.” “Oh,” I said as my lungs burned, before I blew smoke into the toilet whilst she flushed. We were avoiding the smoke alarms. “Should we put a sock on it?” “Pardon?” I spluttered. “The smoke alarm; should we put a sock on it?” “Oh. Ohh. Could do,” I said. We were backstage at the Camden Roundhouse, an old…

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#1) I Really Couldn’t Say…

#1) I Really Couldn’t Say…

I set off for America at 5am on Tuesday August 30th, and I was terrified. I had never flown by myself before, and my mum’s insistence that she see me off, coupled with her nervous attitude towards flying, didn’t exactly fill me with the blind confidence needed for such things. In fact, I would have felt better watching footage of disasters on Youtube for a day straight, because at least I could…

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On a Train to Worcester

On a Train to Worcester

on a train to Worcester, with my mother xxxxxxxxxwhen I thought I would ask what was the worst period of your life

it used to be the first one, she said xxxxxxxxxI thought I was dying, so I ran downstairs and showed my mother

but she just laughed at me, and said xxxxxxxxx‘you’re not the first Kathleen and you won’t be the last,’ so I hid 

I realised then, I had simply seen shock xxxxxxxxxflash across…

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So Many Excellent Faces Tonight

So Many Excellent Faces Tonight

Years of investment condensed into a thousand dazzling smiles. Familiar noises exchanged so effortlessly: one word answers made possible from years of companionship. And the tongues in their mouths undulate, pressing laughter into the warm night air.

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circumscription

I wanted the fireworks to shatter their light and

crackle like clockwork ourselves passing time and

I would cherish the 5th of November and

I would perish remember, remember and

we could flourish green Magnesium ember but

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Gaudi Magnets

I pack up my life in corrugated card boxes brandishing books

when I uncover a small set of trinkets bought in Barcelona

for you a set of Gaudi paraphernalia

snuggled back pocket ready, cradled to nestle in your hand

wonder why, then they’re here and not in your home.

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Steep Cliffs

Safe in the steep cliffs of concrete and girder stacked high, I shift my weight from right to left to right to leave this place at the behest of friends who wish I would stay and witness their promise to another become truth when spoken aloud. I am allowed by electronic affidavit to explore the steep cliffs of steel and glass stacked high and reflecting clouds and each other and my eyes. I who…

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Alums

Alumni is different from Alumnae, which may engender some. I would rather refer to us as Alums.

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Down

we’ve done well

meticulous featherXXXXXXXxxXtip tip-tapping fingerXXXXXXXxXXtips have built us rack and pinion no longer are weXXXXXXXXXXXdown

and out

soaringXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXshaking soot from sun-blanched phoenix venture highXXXXenough to flirtXXXXXwith the sun

and when we hit peakXXXXXXXIcarus your ashen flourishXXXXxXXXXmy sallowish complexion

waxXXXXand XXXXXXXXXXXXXwanes

peaksXXXandXXXXXXXXX…

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A Swift Exit

we’ve done well

meticulous feather              tip tip-tapping finger               tips have built us rack and pinion no longer are we down

and out

soaring                                  shaking soot from sun-blanched phoenix venture high        enough to flirt        with the sun

and when we hit peak         Icarus your ashen flourish             my sallowish complexion

wax        …

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cover up

You may yet sit listening intently to Always With Me by Itsumo Nando

and may realise this beautiful song briefly belonged to Youmi Kimura

as once you sung under quilt chorus flicks of the tongue

always with me

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Patrick.

I stood just away from the platform of the beautiful Middle-England train station, noticing the texture of a wrought iron railing as pink blossoms swirled around me in the warm spring air. About 16 degrees Celsius, I’d say, which is a whole degree up from the overall mean temperature of last year’s spring, if I remember correctly. I feel strangely warm underneath my windbreaker, which is even…

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Toastcrumb

Bristly kisses and toast, ties tie, leaving toastcrumb trail out of the door. A son, (once, a bun in the oven), relies ritually. A little of you, left in utter awe.

It’s bloody early, Ulysses is on at 6AM, so to that couch I have no doubt he’s tethered with that Yorkie pup sprung from his pen.

I never realised my father was weathered.

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Tony Harrison sits

Tony Harrison sits atop a crate of Carling bought for me by a Celtic friend repaying the love I gave when I bought him ‘spoons beer and Japanese duck and chili ramen

Tony Harrison sits as I pull two more cans to Explosions In the Sky and return to my desk to muse upon Ammons or watch videos of Chernobyl some thirty years on whilst deciding if two lines break stanza rules

and I realise I’ve just ca…

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