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Neutron Star Mechanics

Neutron‑Star Mechanics Binding Energy There is a pressure in you that no vacuum can relieve. No corridor in space is safe from the weight you carry; …
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The Metropolitan Line

Metropolitan The Metropolitan Line smells like an old shaggy dog, damp fur and decades in its breath. Northern The Northern tastes of salt and …
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One Day

One day In the flare of a second, Ecstasy. One day Dull as the winter sun, As twelve hundred days before. One day I met a cheeky girl, Everything …
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The Day of the Matthews

Whispers chase me down the school halls: “What kind of girl is called Matthew at all?” “Her parents so woke, just a name to …
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What the Tide Brought In

It wasn’t driftwood or jellyfish, not rope or cracked plastic, not the usual ghosts of summer— but a door. Painted green once, now …
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Brother

We entered the world with a bang— a hot knot of plasma and awe, siblings packed tighter than quarks in the nursery of our mother’s arms. …
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The Spice of Life

Mayo, mild and meek. Dull the taste of Europa! Then came Portugal. Breaking through the bland: Piri piri! Fiery feast! Latin hearts on fire. Bread so …
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Because I Would Not Stop for Death

Because I would not stop for Death He made a bed for me, Inside my cell there was a bell If nurses were of need. We held a wake my friends brought …
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Behind Closed Doors

how could you do this how could you …
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Enigma

For me the sovereign bends the knee. But honour me, and you I’ll serve. In ways in which you cannot see, In ways I deem you to deserve. I am the …
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The Great Fire of Samhain

Gold leaves crunch like bones, I pace. A tiny skeleton makes a face. I throw the little girl a smirk. It’s frowned on to be late for work. …
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Learning to Pout

A little boy sat on the train: He counted sheep inside his brain, He kicked his feet he tapped his pen, His mother shooshed him once again. He pled: …
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