The Devil's Diaries
Poetry. Fiction. Art. Photography.
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Thursday, 21 September 2017
The Coming Storm
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I avoided Bryan all Saturday. He bore silent witness to this until Sunday morning, when he joined me in the kitchen. “I just got off...
Tuesday, 19 September 2017
1953
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Yes, the water is cold January sea freeze makes even the sand shudder no warm-weather month in sight my mol...
Monday, 18 September 2017
Then
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to remember is to fall memory the betrayal of what decorates the hall a collection of expl...
Saturday, 16 September 2017
Surrounded
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“Sabotage,” Lewis said in a dark voice. “And I think we all know who’s responsible.” “You’ll never be able to prove it,” Dirk an...
Friday, 15 September 2017
Wake Up
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This place I find you the clouds mirrored in your eyes daylight a shade too misleading
Thursday, 14 September 2017
Nightmare
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silence a mocking foe shrouded in hope I was waiting where did you go you cannot say and I I just ...
Wednesday, 13 September 2017
The Watershed
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I met her at the cafe where I liked to read the paper in the morning. At the time she struck me as nothing special: just another smile...
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