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John West

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Dreaming of Dead Horses

You think you have suffered then a girl you know her mother she says had fifty years hard drinking now she hears phones ring in loaves of bread the woman in the next room (a world champion wrestler) is employed …

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Pickers

Inhabited Merbein’s caravan park or our hut, tin sheets over log posts, Paddy Lyons a pensioned Swaggie who’d seen the real Red Sea, not the one on the bottle top, Peter and his mate. Their massive American cars swaggered in …

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The Sound of One Nurse Coughing

for Judy Packer For me, 50 lurks below the tree line like a Zeppelin of bloated liver while for you it is an endless mirrored distance, this echo fishtailing away down the ward as the graveyard shift groan on about …

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Mal

for Mal Morgan I brought in your newspaper at 2 o’clock, it was under a bush, still wet with morning; you don’t bother with some things, Mal, but how do you decide which ones? I mean, you play Solitaire on …

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