Tag: writing
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Ten Pounds
The sun was setting behind the old multi-storey. He remembered coming through to town when he was young, walking down the thin corridor in the shadows between the car park and the shops and out into brilliant sunshine. The sun was setting now and there…
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Two Crows
Two crows down by the river. An old beat up guitar, you know the kind of one that’s travelled with you. Good company, seen the miles. Passing it back and forth. On the river banks. Here’s one I wrote. He smiles back at her. Here’s…
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Mission: Don’t Die
Plant my feet and stand up.Full height.No apology. Blood, oxygen, life.My life. Keep moving. Hand across the scar.It’s part of me.Like Ayrshire rain or the waves at the shore. The words.The work. One day I’ll be gone,but not today,not today. You’ll have to drag me,off…
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Days
Sometimes I think about the days. I’ve already had more than some, and less than others. Some just ran away from me, whether I let them or not. The days I remember best are the ones I rose to meet. Making something from nothing. And…
