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/ Speaking into my dictaphone on the platform at Kings Cross
It has something to do with judgement. With the rightly-wrongly arbitration that writing-recording seems to carry. I deem such-and-such worthy of record…
Nov 19, 2023
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Joe Rizzo Naudi
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/ Speaking into my dictaphone on the platform at Kings Cross
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January 2023
/ Walnuts
At the top of Camden Road, where the headlights peel off from Highbury, and the buses rush down from Tottenham, at eight in the evening, after the rain…
Jan 9, 2023
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Joe Rizzo Naudi
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May 2022
/ A Blind Guy
It’s the best thing about it, this ability we have to bring out the good in people, how we give them the opportunity to be kind. When I came out as…
May 11, 2022
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Joe Rizzo Naudi
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March 2022
/ Conversation in a Dream
It was night. I think it was raining. Ahead I saw a long, low vehicle blocking my way. Flows of water slid down its armoured side. I pressed forward…
Mar 10, 2022
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Joe Rizzo Naudi
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November 2021
/ Ignorance
Near Waterloo, I stopped at a dark crossroads, unsure of the path ahead. I turned and saw two figures coming towards me. The man was my height and about…
Nov 3, 2021
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Joe Rizzo Naudi
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August 2021
/ East Croydon Castle
The train waits, hissing. East Croydon. This is East Croydon. Eyes half-closed I look out the window and see the ruins of a castle. How? Surely not, not…
Aug 25, 2021
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Joe Rizzo Naudi
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/ Last Moments Of My Life
a fantasy
Aug 4, 2021
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Joe Rizzo Naudi
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/ Last Moments Of My Life
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July 2020
/ First Date
We'll meet by the church on the corner of Goose Green, we said. It should take me twenty minutes to get there. I’ve got a good stride going, striking…
Jul 2, 2020
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Joe Rizzo Naudi
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March 2020
/ Social Distancing
People avoid me when they see the cane. They cross the road as I approach, flatten themselves against railings, hide behind trees. I tap along the…
Mar 27, 2020
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Joe Rizzo Naudi
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February 2020
/ Two Bouncers
In the queue for a bar in a town I barely know, and this one looks like a mean bastard. Pinched face, pockmarked scalp, checking everyone’s IDs. He’s…
Feb 19, 2020
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Joe Rizzo Naudi
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/ Soft Matter
On one hand, years ago, before I used a cane, I was walking down Kingsway towards the river. There was scaffolding up on Africa House, which meant a…
Feb 16, 2020
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January 2020
/ Exercises In Empathy
In this series, five friends imagine themselves in my shoes and write an entry for the diary. 1. After the last few months, today wasn’t such a bad day…
Jan 16, 2020
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Joe Rizzo Naudi
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