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Poemix: I Must Destroy the Space Whale

Pictures by the remarkable Neale Blanden, words by me. First published in Torpedo #6. Advertisements

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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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Posted in From the vaults, new ways to procrastinate, poems, Published work

Knit one, poem two

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

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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
About Adam

I'm a dad and the author of the poetry collections The Third Fruit is a Bird and Not Quite the Man for the Job, the novel Man Bites Dog and the short story collection Heroes and Civilians.
contact: adamatsya@gmail.com
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“I need to start associating with a better class of criminal lowlife. The kind that hangs out in penthouse suites, not hideouts at the end of rat-infested alleyways. Oh, it’s atmospheric in the retelling, sure, but some of the stains just won’t wash out, ya know?” no. 30 bazillions in the series “die grass die you fuckin grass why wont you DIE” “Sometimes when I find myself deep down inside a skanky labyrinth of back alleys I have to stop for a moment and remind myself whether I’m chasing baddies or meeting with friends at this week’s latest new anonymous hipster bar.” Never pass up a chance to pose with a TARDIS door.
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