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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Anthony tries not to write but he just can't help himself. He writes to get rid of himself and lay his thoughts to rest. He derives most of his inspiration from listening to Classical Music and Jazz since it is often the mood which invokes him. He has recently been published in Streetcake, Mad Swirl, Flash Fiction North and The Cabinet of Heed.

Anthony Ward

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Morning After

I feel myself drawn into the fizzling glass
Allowing it to absorb me
And confine me in its bubbles
My memories failing to forget
Why this drink's before me
I recall the previous night
As if I were still living through it
The pride before the fall
Like Ozymandias submerged of posture
Ruined by the rise of things