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Poetry, vignettes and flash fiction.
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One For Sorrow
A nostalgic walk through Soho in Spring
All the Camels in Texas
“No. Austin ain’t in the desert” The taxi driver shouts, over a half open window. “Oh. I told my daughter I was going to the desert. She asked me to take a picture of a camel for her.” The taxi driver laughs as the night air is sucked into the car. “I told her there weren’t any camels where I’m going. She said ‘I thought camels lived in the desert’ It was hard to explain.”
Through the Eyes of Myself
Through the eyes of myself I watch this unfold. And each day splits, to form another morning
Out of the Rain
It was late when we arrived. I got out of the car and looked up at the house. Distant smoke in the wet air. Thick with rain. There were trees all around us, saturated in darkness. On the ground, hundreds of white roses, trampled flat by footsteps or strong winds.
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