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One of those people: law of attraction

His name is Royston. When a customer enters the bar he asks them what his name means. Can they translate it? He can’t see that other people want him to go away. The barman wants him to stop talking so … Continue reading

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It’s the holes that stop it falling down: Pontypridd Bridge

Scuffed river leaning against the back doors of shops tripping over stones. Churning up smell on its way to Cardiff uncertainty where a ghost abattoir spews gutblood into the job centre’s shadow. Frothed. Gas pipe arching over river, spiked ends … Continue reading

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Point of view exercise

POV First Miserable I stand in damp grass. Staring beyond dripping trees, spilling the last autumn leaves. Cold. Shoes muddy. The shadows swallow me. My hand resting on the baby blue fence. Peeling paint. Railings slicing up the river. Metallic … Continue reading

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