Prose
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Resting her head on his shoulder, X parted her legs, and as the light shone through the window, it tickled her thighs causing her to groan. There were invisible angels in that light, and as they licked the lips she never kissed with, he put his arm around her waist before bringing his hand up… Read more
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The brandy burns and turns in her stomach, and as the snow swirls and curls around the weathered trunks of the watchful trees, the animals moved in circles leaving tracks that were soon covered by another layer of soft snow. It’s as if the belly of the sky had been sliced wide-open and the world… Read more
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As the animals gathered in the garden and the snow fell the way it did in the movies, X asked him to go fetch them both a drink. Something to warm their bellies. Something a little naughty. Grinning at him with sullen red-rimmed eyes, he held her face in his hand before leaning forward and… Read more
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Outside, the snow falls heavy, minute by minute, second by second. Inside, X holds him, not quite sleeping, not quite awake. Shivering as strange visions swim behind her eyes, the morning passes far from the grasp of the world at large. In the garden, the animals look up at the window, drawn to the one… Read more
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As dust particles dance around their jaded heads, Paul McCartney sings about something, and as his words float through the room, she holds onto him as if fearful he might float off too. To her relief, he remains grounded, but that doesn’t deter her from clinging on with all she has. Pulling her knees up… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: The soothing sounds of the waters of her womb and the sight of fresh snow to ease the dull pain of a hangover not unlike so many that have gone before. Stovington blues and a horseshoe nebula just below her bellybutton. Below. The great below. Like the guy from… Read more
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Sitting cross-legged eating her breakfast, she bites into her marmalade-covered toast making all manner of strange noises, and when she dips the crusts into her baked beans, the light coming through the window catches her eyes in the most delicate of ways. Reaching over and flicking away the crumbs from the corners of her mouth,… Read more
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My latest book, A Journal for Damned Lovers Volume 3, is now available to purchase from Amazon! Here’s the blurb from the back cover- “This third and final volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers is a collection of prose continuing the footsteps of a fledgling writer. From tender glimpses of lovers against the world… Read more
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There on the bed, she sings Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds as if the words were written just for her. With her eyes shut tight, she sways her arms and reaches to the ceiling seeing things that aren’t really there. Well, not there to others but there to her. There are animals dancing at… Read more
