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Fading of Legends

An imagist poem Audio version at https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685/fading-of-legends-mp3 Fading of Legends Cassiopeia in robes of silver, night...
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Things I Did On My Day Off

Drinking cheap wine, I sit streaming old episodes of 'The Sweeney', filmed in the same London streets I grew up in. I check the locations and find...
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Burnham Beeches

Eyes shut tight...pausing to imagine secluded wood; imposing Beech trees in summer standing tall and proud, decked and festooned in green, stunning...
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Degrees of Difficulty

There was a girl I used to know who would swallow dive on to her four poster bed in times of excitement. She’d start her run in the hallway – ensure...
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Audio chapter from the audiobook of A Working Class State of Mind

Hey Everyone The audiobook of my book A Working Class State of Mind was recently released on audiblle. This is a link to sample chapter from it and...
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THE FIRST ANGEL 6

This is sort of a new chapter.
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Bronte's Inferno II (The Mysterious Mr Mitie)

"And there's more..." Image created by author from free to use elephants, I mean elements.

Poking James MacGuigan’s Pig

There have been many doors in my life, some real and some metaphorical, but on a quiet little farm in one of Ireland's beautiful Glens of Antrim, one in particular stood out and the memory of it will stay with me forever.

Disenchantment 49

***** Malbourne wasn’t sure how long he stood by himself, surrounded by the snakes, or black, snake-like creatures. If he had to guess, he might have...
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Arise and Go Forth

So lovely the way sun’s evening light strokes tree tops with a paintbrush of bright which reflects the red & orange of Autumn bliss and a turn...
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Bronte's Inferno I (419)

Writing as therapy. Look up 419 Scam, or just read this, you'll get what it is.

The Man Who Hated Wasting Paper

I would give him wings made from the crisp red gold of fallen leaves, fold the bark of silver birch into darts that would pierce his stingy heart. I...
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Stunted Growth

A hero grips the shattered rail, Striving always not to fail, A mother raises up the babe, Becoming herself another slave A generation rises, an...

Desert Eyes

Swallow me whole engulf me with your hungered gaze your azured almonds ablaze with a million Saharan fires wordless interrogate me through sand-laden...

Persian Rug Sale At The URC

Hesketh was enjoying being on the planning committee for the Persian rug sale. He was new to the church and to the area, and this was a good...
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Glory

I read of a man who knew no bounds of love - giving to others forgiving sin healing the sick and renewing spirits. Yes - He did such favours. His...

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