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StoryHe Wears Me! Bradene215 years 5 months ago
StoryNowhere Land Bradene215 years 5 months ago
Story... Presumed Dead Silver Spun Sand915 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Bitter, The Sweet. Bradene815 years 5 months ago
StoryI remember ... Silver Spun Sand1015 years 5 months ago
StoryEtcetera,Etcetera, Etcetera Bradene315 years 5 months ago
StorySan Fairy Ann Bradene215 years 5 months ago
StoryPoet, Heal Thyself MistakenMagic1515 years 5 months ago
StoryAll Done With Mirrors Silver Spun Sand815 years 5 months ago
StoryLittle Things Bradene215 years 5 months ago
StoryLife's Not Bottled Bradene215 years 5 months ago
StorySeasonal fayre..... cassiopeia115 years 5 months ago
StoryShaking The Winter Blues Bradene215 years 5 months ago
StoryDancing in the Dark Silver Spun Sand1015 years 5 months ago
StoryDumbing Up. Ewan215 years 5 months ago
StoryMoonchild Silver Spun Sand1015 years 5 months ago
StoryDon't Believe in Ghosts ... Silver Spun Sand915 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Gardener Bradene415 years 6 months ago
StoryHappy Hour in Hoboken Ewan415 years 6 months ago
StoryZeitgeist Bradene615 years 6 months ago
StoryFishing Bradene215 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Wedding Photograph Bradene415 years 6 months ago
StoryStone Cold Bradene215 years 6 months ago
StoryElectric Litter Bradene215 years 6 months ago
StoryStraying Footsteps Bradene215 years 6 months ago

My stories

The Swinging Tree

I held a knobbly stick in my hand not intended for a weapon, a memory in prosetry

The Lie

It just keeps getting bigger

Unfinished Journey

37 years ago, on the 22nd february 1972. I lost my mum she was only 57 years old, but still a child at heart. I miss her every day.

A Quartet of Triolet

The Triolet is a French poetic form

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