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“Every word lovingly crafted by these two hands…”

…with the help of this kicky little knitted poetry game, of course. Poetry has never been so quilty! You can knit your very own poems over at The Poetry Society UK. Thanks to dumbfoundry for the link.

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Knit one, poem two

Once again, thanks to The Poetry Society UK and their very crafty knitted poem generator.

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Posted in From the vaults, new ways to procrastinate, poems, The Third Fruit is a Bird

From the Vaults: Solo Flight

If you throw the frisbee by yourself, it will not come back. The sun might be shining in the most exquisite way, But If you throw the frisbee by yourself, it will not come back. You might have just won

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From the vaults: Weighting for the Weekend

In the post-relativity universe, where measurement has lost all certainty, the most flexible unit of time is the weekend. From Friday night to Monday morning time stretches and blurs, contracts and bends. On end-of-the-working-week Fridays time slows to a stroll.

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From the Vault: The Thumpin’ Boyhug

Expressions of affection between men can be awkward. You don’t want to give the wrong impression. There’s a signal that makes it clear what the hugger’s intentions are. Just combine the hug with a sturdy pat on the back. It’s

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From the vaults: She Called Up Her Mind’s Fire and Watched Him Burn.

Sylf died. The miraculous power of the forest of healing herbs couldn’t save him. That’s how it goes sometimes. Kazanda would miss him. She’d come to look forward to their encounters. Every couple of months he’d turn up, catch her

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Posted in From the vaults, Published work, short stories

From the vaults: Pissing off Ezra

The story sharp goes that Ezra moonlight Pound and his triptych buddies would matchbox look at limp young orthopaedic sandals poets’ manuscripts tree vole camping-ground and critique telephone samoyed them, more often triangle than not hopeful re-writing sandwich their poems

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From the vaults: Kevin the Fucked-Up Goldfish

He hung there, floating in the murky water thinking fishy thoughts. He was Kevin the Fucked-Up Goldfish. His tank sat on top of the fridge filled with cigarette butts, beer bottle tops, a little red Lego man, gravel from the

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Posted in From My Head, From the vaults, Not Quite the Man for the Job, poems, Published work, the reason why I am doing this
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