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I’m Liam, I’m a musician and writer from West Yorkshire, U.K. I will be sharing stories, poetry, prose and songs. Please subscribe by entering your email address so as to never miss a post!

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  • Minotomony pt.1

    14th September I am awoken by a snort. But where did it come from? I look at the clock, all the numbers gather on one side, almost spinning like a Catherine wheel. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, the shadows settle on the room. She is asleep next to me, maybe she made the…

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  • Me and The Whale

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  • moped

    You learnt to drive on a moped 50 cc’s of freedom As a young man on two wheels You’re vulnerable, unsure.  There was a young woman And you smashed her heart You put on your helmet  And just rode away. So then you got a car And maybe you were more aware Of the blind…

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  • Drain

    Fickle fanciful fakery  Fifteen years of knowingly  Destroying the known Renting restless residue Resisting the obvious Days taken down the drain. Emptying everything endless Egotism in oblivion  Where everything waves. Socially sponsored suicide Specially created Just for you alone. Boyish buoyancy breaks But maturity  Lets you down Intrigue in insensible  Insulation From unwarranted attack

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  • Red-Wine Handed

    You caught me red wine handed With stained teeth From bleeding gums Like a jager bomb had gone off  In my head Leaving television static You caught me in a locked bag But everyone Has a set of keys You caught me under tall glass As I scuttled  Across the floor And lifted me with…

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  • What the F**k?

    Why should f*ck have all the fun? Or sh*t or p*ss? Why not w**s*l, or w*ll*ngt*n? *nd why *s *t *nly th* v*w*ls? *hat *o*ld **moving c**so**nts Do to the ******’s ***? *ow **ch can you *ose Be**** everything ** lost. **at *as even *here ** be*in *it*?

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  • The North Window pt.3

    “Where are you going?” said Benjamin, sitting up. Edward did not reply as he exited the door. Benjamin was right behind him. “What’s going on?” said Benjamin. Edward was frantically running around the plinth stacked with wood. “Erm hello?!” said Benjamin. “I saw him again,” said Edward, “the guy with the horse and cart, there…

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  • Change

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  • The North Window pt.2

    Around lunch time a heavy rain set in, It was next to impossible to see out of the windows without being sprayed. The roof was leaking and each man had adjusted his mat to one of the few dry spots. Benjamin was on duty and Edward sat huddled under his shawl.  With every hour of…

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  • The North Window Pt.1

    The sun was setting. The light through the stone crack that looked to the west lit the opposite wall with a long, thin, slither. Edward was lying on his mat, drifting in and out of sleep. Benjamin paced slowly around the circular room, pausing at each of the four cracks that led to the outside…

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