My Brockland Buddies

By Malcolm Welshman on Thu, 21 Jul 2011

A nature lover's view of badgers.
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate U

the disappearing veil of christian politeness

By delapruch on Thu, 21 Jul 2011

when a christian is laughing along with you & enjoying your presence, at work or while in a social context & then somehow by some random comment
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate U

rupey’s sob story

By delapruch on Thu, 21 Jul 2011

“I’m not talkin’ bout rich, I’m talking ‘bout wealth...I’m talkin’ bout the white family that owns the color blue---those rich bastards.” -Chris Rock
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate U

shites & giggles

By delapruch on Thu, 21 Jul 2011

let us relish in those things that we do for the sake those things that we both laugh at together those things which give us no reason whatsoever
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate U

The travel agent 16/21

By Geoffrey on Thu, 21 Jul 2011

It was late in the afternoon when George pointed out the travel fog. Eve was dying for a sit down and a nice cup of tea but George appeared to be as fresh as when he’d started.
Children's
Story
Certificate U

The travel agent 15/21

By Geoffrey on Thu, 21 Jul 2011

Eve had met George as arranged and found herself doing an unexpected amount of walking.
Children's
Story
Certificate U

See His ceiling lit…

By Mark Heathcote on Wed, 20 Jul 2011

See His ceiling lit with many a mirrored star See His lamps that are truly glitteringly ours… Then; alchemizes these cherished hearts… Into moments; minutes and hours…
Spiritual
Poem
Certificate U

On the Nap of Monarch’s wing

By Mark Heathcote on Wed, 20 Jul 2011

On the Nap of a Monarch’s wing I have flown. And done but crossed times mortal ravages… To that livery my King beholds His throne! Save all; but these wolves and savages.
Spiritual
Poem
Certificate U

They Phoenix the evergreen thorn…

By Mark Heathcote on Wed, 20 Jul 2011

In a country-native; wanton to her thighs. An eastern promise; no-doubt vilifies. The embodying of reed like weeping eyes… The cradling of their ageless, goodbyes.
Erotica
Poem
Certificate U

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