She smiled as she handed him the bottle. He took it from her and poured himself a glass.
'So what do you think?' she asked.
'I'm not that bothered,' he replied.
He was pretty drunk by now and he attempted to think of something to say, but the silence remained stagnant. She took a gulp from her glass,
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Fiction - After The Rain By Joe Hakim
He noticed there was another crushed snail by the doorstep. It was the third one he'd found this week. It was funny because he could never recall standing on the snails, but there they were.
He opened his back door and lit a cigarette. He'd been in this place for a month now, but it still didn't feel like his home, just a place he was staying in for a while.
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People, Interviews - Interview With The Paddingtons By Joe Hakim. Photos By Ray Ribeiro and Darren Rogers
I've had to bite the bullet and start working again. It has to be done, and there are two reasons for this. Firstly, starting any new job
means starting at the bottom again, which is a good method for keeping the ego in check.
Secondly, it brings cash back into your life, which after nearly two months of bumming off
people is a welcome relief. You can only live on luck alone for so long; take the piss and you
burn it all up.
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Poetry - The Cloth Actor and the Cold Walk Home By Joe Hakim
The Cloth Actor
is in tatters,
too battered
to focus or notice
the shadows of bare branches
like hands clutching at ankles
on frosted pavements
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Poetry - Really, What is it all about? By Joe Hakim
It's on days like this
I wonder why -
why I continue
to fill the glasses
of these hollow
well-scrubbed
professional something or others:
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Poetry - Spending Time At The Crime Scene By Joe Hakim
Coping with the enormity
of committing the crime of the century,
my heart is empty
and so is my head,
no sleep when I go to bed,
something outside is dead.
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Poetry - Sometimes Even The Words Leave By Joe Hakim
The Polish voices from next door,
Sunday's paper on the floor,
the empty tin of deodorant spray,
change left over from last week's pay.
The dirty clothes, the unmade bed,
knocked over drink, carpet stained red,
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Poetry - Synaptic Snap By Joe Hakim
I'm in the market
and I pass a stall,
I see a big silver fish
and I stop and look down
into its dead eye,
and for some reason
I think of you.
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Poetry - Day Off By Joe Hakim
I'm not going to work today
it's raining outside but I feel ok,
my bed is comfy
and I still feel sleepy
and I know no one's going to ring me.
For the first time in weeks
I'm free -
so I'm going to be lazy,
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News, - Hull Writer Joe Hakim Wins Poetry Contest in London
Poetry Idol is a twice yearly event organised by Shortfuse, one of
London's premier comedy/poetry/spoken-word nights, held at The Camden Head in Islington.
Hosted by comedian and poet Nathan Penlington, previous winners include
Rhian Edwards and Scroobius Pip.
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