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Tag: Violence

  • All The Stars Are Rowdy Tonight

    All The Stars Are Rowdy Tonight

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    Tim Smith
    in

    All the stars are rowdy tonight exploding and sucking everything around them. In time as real as we can imagine. Such violent tenderness. Such monstrous need. Every planet trusts the gravity of everything around it. Every moon moves gently mooning over its lover. Having bruised it once it yearns to surrender.

  • Don’t call him Satan

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    by

    Noel Murphy
    in

    You snake! You dog! You dirty snitch. My brother’s got 15 years in prison because of you…

  • The Little Man

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    by

    Tim Smith
    in

    Nobody he knew would have dared to steal Keith Kinsey’s car. Like his house, his holiday villa on the south coast, his children, his wife, his space at the greyhound track, even his seat at West Ham, that car as sacrosanct. Do not touch. On pain of death, or at least torture. Kinsey stood and…

  • The Assumption

    The Assumption

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    by

    Tim Smith
    in

    A novel that never quite made it. It was about love, hope, self-image and memory’s false constructions.

  • The Fat Man

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    by

    Noel Murphy
    in

    Then he stripped to red-ochre painted nakedness and drank a bottle of gin to wash down a rattle of amphetamines.