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Storynostalgia Coolhermit05 years 12 months ago
Storyhugging Lauren at WOMAD (1990) Coolhermit05 years 12 months ago
Storyabout a motorway Coolhermit35 years 12 months ago
Storytwo tankas, two free form Coolhermit06 years 11 hours ago
StoryGrace and Joseph Coolhermit06 years 1 day ago
StoryTrevor Coolhermit66 years 2 days ago
Storyto an absent loved one in a time of plague Coolhermit26 years 2 days ago
Storyhook, line, and sinker Coolhermit26 years 3 days ago
Storygrowing pains Coolhermit26 years 5 days ago
Storybroken home Coolhermit26 years 6 days ago
Storytragic Coolhermit46 years 6 days ago
StoryMay 8th 1945 Coolhermit26 years 1 week ago
Storysummer lovin' Coolhermit06 years 1 week ago
StoryVenus in a red dress (Dublin 1955) Coolhermit06 years 1 week ago
Storyadultery 30s style Coolhermit26 years 1 week ago
Storya Dingle epiphany - sometime in the eighties Coolhermit06 years 1 week ago
Storyla chambre haute Coolhermit26 years 1 week ago
Storytwister Coolhermit16 years 1 week ago
StoryBloomsday plus one Coolhermit66 years 2 weeks ago
StoryCarlos Coolhermit06 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHodge Podge Richard L. Prov...46 years 2 weeks ago
Storydrinking tea in the rain sylviec26 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe last toot Coolhermit06 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLong Lane Coolhermit16 years 2 weeks ago
Storythoughts of Joanna Coolhermit06 years 2 weeks 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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