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1 min read stories

Discover a collection of stories which are around 1 minute read time.

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Lucy Anderson's Lament

A Negro slave is all I’ve ever been Since snatched, branded with a red-hot poker Stripped bare and whipped aboard lying unclean Fettered and chained with an...

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Casting Off

Cast off the mooring ropes at bow and stern head out into the early morning mist hoist the big mainsail, free the jib, and turn feeling the filling canvas...

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The Taxis

In the first taxi he was alone tra-la, No extras on the clock. He tipped ninepence But the cabby, while he thanked him, looked askance As though to suggest...

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Snow

The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Spawning snow and pink roses against it Soundlessly collateral and incompatible: World is suddener...

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Plurality

It is patent to the eye that cannot face the sun The smug philosophers lie who say the world is one; World is other and other, world is here and there,...

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Meeting Point

Time was away and somewhere else, There were two glasses and two chairs And two people with the one pulse (Somebody stopped the moving stairs): Time was away...

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Entirely

If we could get the hang of it entirely    It would take too long; All we know is the splash of words in passing       And falling twigs of song, And when we...

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Notes for a Young Gentleman

A gentleman should greet with genuine warmth only the following persons – his sister’s daughters, his maternal aunts and his mortal enemies.

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Painting over Aya Sofia

A lot of the painting here is painting over. Can everyone at the back hear over everyone? Everyone is a blast of light seeping across the film. All day high...

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Moths

A translator who has a phobia of moths spent three years translating a book with a moth motif. It’s ironic, she has said, that she knew more about the moths...

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Language is her caravan

Frosty, green through gray rising steeply, top of the bank a big top, red with a sign, misty, fantastical on the walk to school.“My sister can’t express...

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The Sun in a Box

When I was younger I drafted a memory. I drew a rectangle on a piece of card and called it a computer. Happy hours spent playing with framed nothing...