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The tears are welling in my eyes again

I need twenty big buckets to catch them in

And twenty pretty girls to carry them down

And twenty deep holes to bury them in


Had mother earth not been stricken with such a terrible affliction, I would have been in Manchester this evening marvelling at the magnificent Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds. Alas, some things are just not meant to be. Here’s to next year. As a tribute (but certainly not a substitute) these words are being scrawled to a soundtrack of his incomparable musical genius (I have also been dipping in and out of his complete lyrics of late. This collection is an absolute must have for anyone with an interest in or a passion for the craft of song writing) Another text that comes highly recommended at the moment is Starve Acre by Andrew Michael Hurley. I am a huge fan of his work (his debut novel The Loney is a fantastic book) and this tale does not disappoint. Finally, we reach the conclusion of my mission to present nineteen tales written with only nineteen words over a period of nineteen days. Here is my final offering:


Doors open. Doors close. But nothing seems to express such finality as lifting the letterbox and posting your key.

Thank goodness that’s done with, now I can slither away and obsess over something else….


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