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    The Paper Streets of Bittersmith-on-Sea

    We created an imaginary town  so we could drape our bodies  over sky furniture    Wed into badly drawn chapel  we spoke in ghost as ectoplasm spears,  stitched haunted mist    to cold lips of yesterday    River libraries flowed requiescat verse  into the shopping centre hospital;  intensive care was just...

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    • Once I read sky furniture I knew this was going to be a unique read with
      lots of imagination.
      Then river libraries flowed.
      Just wow. I loved where this took me.

    • The last two lines are epic. It’s a creative write throughout, yes, and the ending sends it higher. What a strong wording, thick with the weight of thought. It’s what makes us better readers, when taking on such things as this. No fluffy bunnies. Bears and wolves with a pen.

      • Think this needs some re-working to be candid Mark, but such compliments from writers (and people) like your good selves, somehow make it worthwhile.

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    Gaze of Glass

    Home is  where you            are chipping the stoneto grave applause a look in the eyeswhen the lights go down awake to  crouching  (sure) ~the stars are not right  for a place  in.betweendilated paranoia, a mawkish glassfor snorting pastwith a...

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    • This gives me the scene of a poet upon a stage, reciting their words to an eager crowd. I have a feeling that reciting it makes it stronger. A voice that knows where the bullets go.
      Strong write. Awesomely done.

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    Breakfast in Krakow

    Breakfast in Krakow For a moment or two,I watched herfrom across the table opposite me and there leaning over her shoulder,I saw a vision of someyoung woman whom I used to know so very well .. Indeed on that...

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    Initiation

    Blood in:    so daft in my grave, a fresh-cut flesh-nutslips & falls  into proverbial groove through an open vein- this sleepaway cavecraved awakeon chords of lightthrough ancient rowswhere I soak my cellsin the green sereneslurping gasoline a break from thoseunblinking high beam ~eyes at nonsense rituals cleaving clean: this all-seeing dreamwinked at...

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