The Devil's Diaries
Poetry. Fiction. Art. Photography.
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Tuesday, 17 May 2016
The last window
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Kitty no longer stood on the practice field, but in a large, empty room. Its walls made of a material resembling dark blue blocks of cemen...
Friday, 29 April 2016
Opening Up
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I was one fear closer to here lost in a night too dark for sleeping was it me on the ledge or was it you whispering...
Tuesday, 12 April 2016
Waking up
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I woke up just as my foot hit the grass. I felt around next to me, but the dog who smelled like cake had gone. In fact, I was no longer i...
Monday, 11 April 2016
Blindsided
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Just around the corner, you can be singing, staring at the clouds forming, or at the ants running. And then you will se...
Friday, 8 April 2016
Beloved
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Some kind of cradle holds you now I had to let you slip from my arms but not forever not forever
Thursday, 7 April 2016
Courage
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The dog who smelled like cake shuffled out from behind an overgrown bush. “Are you real?” I asked her. “Or are you going to disapp...
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
The way through
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Where is here I am gone home without you when I would rocket from the world out of ...
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