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Forum topicCricket (the end of summer) ralph713 years 4 weeks ago
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Forum topicThe Cricket ralph1513 years 4 weeks ago
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Forum topicWhere has George gone? ralph1913 years 4 weeks ago
Forum topicCATS ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
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CollectionMemoirs of a Disco Dancer (A Novel) ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionWild Black Curly Hair ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionHere's Some That Got Away ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionPACIFIC AND MAPLE ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionSodium Songs ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionKnuckle and Traffic ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionEast of the Heart ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionThe Riots ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionThings Matter etc ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionTales of Walthamstow ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionCigarettes, Beer and Love ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionCalifornia Diary ralph113 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionThe World Cup From Walthamstow ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
Collectionrenaissance ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
CollectionThe Places ralph013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryFrom Daisy Hill to San Francisco ralph613 years 1 month ago

My stories

Gold cherry

As if Dancing to Basie

Warm beer and rosary beads, clutched for nothing but comfort. This knotted man is undone. Nightly. He two steps the boardwalk as if dancing to Basie...
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Wisconsin

He speaks to the nation through the night-time networks of treachery. The things he wants are shiny, cheap, divisive and ugly. And now people will...
Cherry

Breathing Lessons

Realisations can choke. The empty biscuit tin, the final scrape of butter. The dirty penny from the jar. Breath, when taken deeply, can dislodge...
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Dawn Call Late

Alnmouth, Northumberland, Spring, 2013. On a bench with Gladys Bettess. Overlooking the bay. Above us, a kite, swirls, panics, falls. The...

Whilst Reading Anne Tyler

I was something else sometime ago. I know that if I wanted, I could climb the twelve stairs, open the battered case and pull out that day on Venice...

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