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Thursday

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Spring is delicious in flames and ginger, the dead dog’s tree is opening out right-  buds with the smallest flickering of acid house ...

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New Year New  If a Mergirl: Get some ear-pods for underwater casting, it's important to keep in touch with yourself in that way. Tr...

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Grief has the same secrecy  as an empty tic tac box filled with puddle water. The parachuting  man we hid in the petrol cap  of you...
Tuesday

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In the pink room we have found each other, you in the blue sling and I deep in the dreams that I have for you. It is raining post- ...
Thursday

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Oh Hai canary, I see you climb. If I were a mine then you would come up singing radical, a silver-edged fresh yellow pipe with whit...
Friday

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halloween comes at the best time, a drip down your heart in a churn of words called oof- this ghost-lit bad brain hook on one withere...
Monday

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Fred West’s Cardigan The sun so vicious hot the tarmac burnt the Spanish intern’s instep mid-Flamenco, Fred. I searched for the long ...

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Some of those beetles are so shiny they look like tiny bits of glass before the tide whipped them about in a washing machine The honeys...

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Yearning for the sea- something about a white boarded pod and down the road a smokehouse that wraps the fish in silence, dog. If I ...
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Emma Hammond
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