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Oh, the Humidity

Hu-madness has set in The moisture’s underneath your skin And the heat’s trapped between the hair On your neck, sitting there Just waiting to press down To drown You in its fire, or roast you with its rain The elements once so twain Are now one Fire and water’s son Will dance upon your nape…

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Snow Crabs

In 1927 on a suitably wet morning in Port Talbot in the south of Wales, Philip Antony Quince let out an audible sigh. He had just been informed by his want-away Dutch-Filipino girlfriend, Punie, via the medium of a pair of used men’s underwear deposited into the glove compartment of their rented Vauxhall Astra that…

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The Squid

  The Englishman surprised his co-workers and the BOE by requesting a second year. Most of them had judged him a “One-r” (as they called those who couldn’t bear to be away from their homeland for more than a twelvemonth), with his illiteracy, frequent bouts of culture shock and general lack of guile. But he…

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away

      i peel down the postcard a memory of you a you who doesn’t exist. not anymore i know this to be true it hurts to know that people go in such a silent way be relieved. be brave. be sad. be kind. be happy. you did live one day there’s tragedy in…