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February 12, 2020 In CREATIVE

A WEEK ON THE TRAIN

Thursday Today I get a seat immediately. Part luck, part knowing which stretch of the platform will maximise my chances. I’m starting a new book today (The Girl on the Train, ironically) and don’t want the bustle of passengers interrupting the crucial introduction of Chapter One....

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January 15, 2020 In CREATIVE

A WORD FOR GOODBYE

Delete me like I'm nothing Fill me like I'm the same 35mm dream In your story Perfectly nothing Dreamy as can be See you sometime Never as it seems Ciao my baby In my dreams Let it go now In the universe It shall be...

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October 19, 2019 In CREATIVE

RAPTURE

Think of you, Me Us All the us’s Baby’s Darling’s Sweet Nothing’s Nothing Something Good Until it’s gone Which you don’t know What you got Maybe More than most Most unkind Refractions Through a half-cut Ego, still Less so Than before ...

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October 5, 2019 In CREATIVE

58 MINS 59 SECS

I sat outside Wrapped in blankets Sirens in the background Telling the boy I love That I love him We see the world differently He says Okay I don’t think we should speak again This doesn’t make me feel good I say Wrapped in blankets Outside In silence Alone And free...

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November 21, 2017 In CREATIVE

ARTHUR LIN

I met with Arthur to talk writing, dating, and all things vague. Your articles all follow a social theme. Have you always been socially aware growing up?  I don’t know if I’ve ever described myself as socially aware before. I suppose I would like to think that...

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November 21, 2017 In CREATIVE

CHAPTER ONE

It was 3:00am and Raymond Fischer was no closer to falling asleep than he had been after first collapsing into bed 6 hours earlier. With his gaze fixated to ceiling, he exhaled, running his heavily calloused hands through his hair, which had remained in the...

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