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Potato Eaters
By Richard Mather Potato eaters – five peasant women, clothed in rags, seated round a square table in a brown room. The scene is set....
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Pictures of Eve
By Richard Mather I Adam cultivated Eve by swelling her belly with something so potent that it could only have come from the stone of a...
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Penelope
By Richard Mather Penelope weaves a boat of sweet songs while beneath her bibulous boozers scratch beer, play dice. “Declare his bones...
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Our Backyard
By Richard Mather Relaxing in the backyard of this Salford terrace I spy rosemary and lavender, a dwarf conifer, raspberry plants...
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On the seventh day
By Richard Mather On the seventh day God came down, dug earth deep and wide, buried Adam in the belly of the planet. From his grave came...
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Octopus
By Richard Mather I Paralyzed by a glob of toxic spittle, the lobster makes a fine meal for the octopus whose hard beak stabs the shell....
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O bright Apollo
By Richard Mather Don’t fall into the wild abyss, O bright Apollo, And leave me lonely; Look upwards, beyond, and fear the Overman. Stop...
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News International
By Richard Mather Five men accused of Prince Philip’s assassination have gone on trial, according to initial estimates. The Duke was...
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Murky O’Sinner
By Richard Mather [Your search - http://murky-oxalic-paranoia/in-a-blackhole/full-fat-rational/ozone-overrdrift.org - did not match any...
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Microcosm
By Richard Mather בְּרֵאשִׁית was the command 10 PRINT "Hello Universe" 20 GOTO 10 Unbelievable, breathless, demonic even, how a singular...
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Mexico
By Richard Mather “Raffy is the guard off me, and very body,” slurs Mēctli as she screws the Vespucci sailors’ bottle caps in Zocalo...
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Metro abyss
By Richard Mather It’s weekend and the carriages are flowing over with lurid laughter. I picked up some bird in a bar and I fucked her....
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Mancunian lovesong
By Richard Mather Manchester, what can you do to ease the pain of living? How can time be made to bend to our own special rules? ...
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Manchester, midnight
By Richard Mather A fat moon hangs suspended over Piccadilly and the double-decker buses come and go, bound for Bolton, Trafford, Wigan. ...
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Manchester meet-up
By Richard Mather Friends gather round a pub table in Ancoats, sip drinks from tall glasses, exchange work and family news, complain...
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Manchester blues
By Richard Mather Manchester, I am sick of your grand visions. Your titanic casinos and bland hotels invoke thoughts of Las Vegas, and...
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Magic night
By Richard Mather Blood, tears, a vial of sea salt, dice, cards, a postcard from Venice. Magic is time and space. Magic is the space...
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Libya
By Richard Mather a bomb(ard)ed runway is noth- ing in Libya said she profoundly on visit to Marcus Aurelus Arch or Roman ruins of...
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Letter to Iyov
By Richard Mather Before I had to chance to complete my creation I was cast down by the rebel angels and made to suffer this, my exile....
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Lethargic acid
By Richard Mather So says he, the man in the back , , , [pauses] row, jaundiced, lethargic, frowning… . . . [stops] (So, so – so, so) He...
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