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Storynostalgia Coolhermit05 years 2 weeks ago
Storyhugging Lauren at WOMAD (1990) Coolhermit05 years 2 weeks ago
Storyabout a motorway Coolhermit45 years 2 weeks ago
Storytwo tankas, two free form Coolhermit05 years 2 weeks ago
StoryGrace and Joseph Coolhermit05 years 3 weeks ago
StoryTrevor Coolhermit65 years 3 weeks ago
Storyto an absent loved one in a time of plague Coolhermit25 years 3 weeks ago
Storyhook, line, and sinker Coolhermit25 years 3 weeks ago
Storygrowing pains Coolhermit25 years 3 weeks ago
Storybroken home Coolhermit25 years 3 weeks ago
Storytragic Coolhermit45 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMay 8th 1945 Coolhermit25 years 4 weeks ago
Storysummer lovin' Coolhermit05 years 4 weeks ago
StoryVenus in a red dress (Dublin 1955) Coolhermit05 years 1 month ago
Storyadultery 30s style Coolhermit25 years 1 month ago
Storya Dingle epiphany - sometime in the eighties Coolhermit05 years 1 month ago
Storyla chambre haute Coolhermit25 years 1 month ago
Storytwister Coolhermit15 years 1 month ago
StoryBloomsday plus one Coolhermit65 years 1 month ago
StoryCarlos Coolhermit05 years 1 month ago
StoryHodge Podge Richard L. Prov...45 years 1 month ago
Storydrinking tea in the rain sylviec25 years 1 month ago
Storythe last toot Coolhermit05 years 1 month ago
StoryLong Lane Coolhermit15 years 1 month ago
Storythoughts of Joanna Coolhermit05 years 1 month ago

My stories

Alison

largely unedited - this is a favourite to perform - lotsa room for Frankie Howerd 'styleee' innuendos - on he right day with the right crowd it goes...
Cherry

Ross and Cromarty

Ross and Cromarty while sauntering the Scottish coast beyond Plockton, past Applecross, though not as far as Ullapool, I was overtaken by a stillness...
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a life in a breath

a life in a breath occasioned by Thomas Hardy Thoughts of Phena (1890) that delicate essence captured in a bottle meant for mourning tears wakens...

Eleanor

Eleanor I’m rooted now in mud-flat-land this estuary is not home nor my chosen place to raise a family - but I rolled the dice and fate decided amen...

when these sour days are ended

when these sour days are ended we who have met, but fleetingly, and are kept apart will meet we who dare not speak of love forged in late night calls...

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