Tag Archives: Michael Holme

Doll on a deckchair

She sees six darts: swallows or swifts, released pinballs at steeple height. Looking up makes her cheap mascara flood. Michael Holme is a 40-something-year-old UK writer who can be found on Twitter at @mickholme. His credits include Bluestem, Kestrel, Hospital … Continue reading

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A difficult letter

Dear Dave,             I don’t know how to start so I’ll just blurt it out. I loved you like a brother… – Hmmm, leave the jugular alone. Dear Dave,             I’m not great at writing letters at the best of times, and … Continue reading

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Baggage

A triangle of confusion: head to heart to groin is leading to days, turning into weeks, into months, into a life without a certain woman. I do not fantasise. I just like her. Would she be my friend despite my … Continue reading

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F3

One man’s dying. One weeps, he doesn’t want a bed bath. Another man’s eating, one reads, one pees, ten sleep, one sings. Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again, too few to mention. … … And I love you … Continue reading

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Opus Dei

I spoke to God today for the first time in months. I started by apologising for not being in touch, then thanked him for helping me hang in down here. I said I know you won’t send me an email, … Continue reading

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I give to you

I’ve much to learn but would like to share a potpourri to ponder, ignore, or confirm me delinquent or odd. Try to wake up at least once, in a warm double bed with a stranger. Reach for a cigarette, if … Continue reading

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