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StoryCross Cultural Purposes Ewan1217 years 2 months ago
StorySummer in the San' 1956 Bradene417 years 2 months ago
StoryHe Wears Me! Bradene217 years 2 months ago
StoryNowhere Land Bradene217 years 2 months ago
Story... Presumed Dead Silver Spun Sand917 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Bitter, The Sweet. Bradene817 years 2 months ago
StoryI remember ... Silver Spun Sand1017 years 2 months ago
StoryEtcetera,Etcetera, Etcetera Bradene317 years 2 months ago
StorySan Fairy Ann Bradene217 years 2 months ago
StoryPoet, Heal Thyself MistakenMagic1517 years 2 months ago
StoryAll Done With Mirrors Silver Spun Sand817 years 2 months ago
StoryLittle Things Bradene217 years 2 months ago
StoryLife's Not Bottled Bradene217 years 2 months ago
StorySeasonal fayre..... cassiopeia117 years 2 months ago
StoryShaking The Winter Blues Bradene217 years 2 months ago
StoryDancing in the Dark Silver Spun Sand1017 years 2 months ago
StoryDumbing Up. Ewan217 years 2 months ago
StoryMoonchild Silver Spun Sand1017 years 2 months ago
StoryDon't Believe in Ghosts ... Silver Spun Sand917 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Gardener Bradene417 years 2 months ago
StoryHappy Hour in Hoboken Ewan417 years 2 months ago
StoryZeitgeist Bradene617 years 2 months ago
StoryFishing Bradene217 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Wedding Photograph Bradene417 years 2 months ago
StoryStone Cold Bradene217 years 2 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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