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Sometimes It Helps

I rode around the garden today on a big white horse.
I was naked except for sunglasses
Sometimes it helps.
To feel extravagant and theatrical.
Deluded as fuck, thinking I was on a film set.
A film about men who ride white horses half naked whilst sipping gin.
Romping through the fragrant rolling hills of Tuscany,
Shouting orders
At subordinates.
Like, yeah, yeah you!
Not half cut as it were, on a council estate north of Mansfield.
Dogs yapping.
Ice cream man dead
Clouds rolling in.

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The Way I Flourish

Poems from Sheffield Flourish’s The Way I Flourish creative writing course, exploring themes of narrative, identity, journey and home.

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Let’s imagine, for a moment, smoking is an animal. What kind of animal will it be? Something violent and endangered, I think. A bizarre evol…

Let’s imagine, for a moment, smoking is an animal. What kind of animal will it be?
Something violent and endangered, I think. A bizarre evol

Hymn

It’s one of those days where you’ve found God, finally.You’ve been heathen for weeks but now your body— its bumpy legs, its fingers grippin…

It’s one of those days where you’ve found God, finally.You’ve been heathen for weeks

but now your body— its bumpy legs, its fingers grippin

Late Autumn Afternoon

‘Isn’t it dark outside?' you say, looking out the window from the settee that has itself known better days. Now it feels selfish to have op…

‘Isn’t it dark outside?' you say, looking out the window
from the settee that has itself known better days.
Now it feels selfish to have op
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