The Devil's Diaries
Poetry. Fiction. Art. Photography.
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Sunday, 5 March 2017
Hand Over the Scissors
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The girls sat at the table nearest ours. Actually, they were women, or almost women, but that was something I discovered only after ...
Saturday, 4 March 2017
A Conversation With Her
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You want to forget about me, she says. Yes, I answer. I do. You talk to the others. I know. I thought you said it ...
Friday, 3 March 2017
Fires, redux
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Did you tell me I would be broken when you made me special Did you call me hopeless when I begged forgiveness Because now I a...
Thursday, 2 March 2017
War
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Just when I was about to crawl out of my bed and find something to hang myself with, an elderly man wearing a clerical collar walked in...
Wednesday, 1 March 2017
Fractured
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broken bits of song tick off planets long gone as greys and yellows burn from inside out melt into forgotten scream doe...
Tuesday, 28 February 2017
Ghosts
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I know nothing at all only that in the end everything is a lie that suns do not live forever and neither wil...
Monday, 27 February 2017
Getting away with it
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just to see just to fail a tiger once caught by the tip of its tail ...
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