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StoryCross Cultural Purposes Ewan1216 years 8 months ago
StorySummer in the San' 1956 Bradene416 years 8 months ago
StoryHe Wears Me! Bradene216 years 8 months ago
StoryNowhere Land Bradene216 years 8 months ago
Story... Presumed Dead Silver Spun Sand916 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Bitter, The Sweet. Bradene816 years 8 months ago
StoryI remember ... Silver Spun Sand1016 years 8 months ago
StoryEtcetera,Etcetera, Etcetera Bradene316 years 8 months ago
StorySan Fairy Ann Bradene216 years 8 months ago
StoryPoet, Heal Thyself MistakenMagic1516 years 8 months ago
StoryAll Done With Mirrors Silver Spun Sand816 years 8 months ago
StoryLittle Things Bradene216 years 8 months ago
StoryLife's Not Bottled Bradene216 years 8 months ago
StorySeasonal fayre..... cassiopeia116 years 8 months ago
StoryShaking The Winter Blues Bradene216 years 8 months ago
StoryDancing in the Dark Silver Spun Sand1016 years 8 months ago
StoryDumbing Up. Ewan216 years 8 months ago
StoryMoonchild Silver Spun Sand1016 years 8 months ago
StoryDon't Believe in Ghosts ... Silver Spun Sand916 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Gardener Bradene416 years 8 months ago
StoryHappy Hour in Hoboken Ewan416 years 8 months ago
StoryZeitgeist Bradene616 years 8 months ago
StoryFishing Bradene216 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Wedding Photograph Bradene416 years 8 months ago
StoryStone Cold Bradene216 years 8 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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