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StoryCross Cultural Purposes Ewan1216 years 11 months ago
StorySummer in the San' 1956 Bradene416 years 11 months ago
StoryHe Wears Me! Bradene216 years 11 months ago
StoryNowhere Land Bradene216 years 11 months ago
Story... Presumed Dead Silver Spun Sand916 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Bitter, The Sweet. Bradene816 years 11 months ago
StoryI remember ... Silver Spun Sand1016 years 11 months ago
StoryEtcetera,Etcetera, Etcetera Bradene316 years 11 months ago
StorySan Fairy Ann Bradene216 years 11 months ago
StoryPoet, Heal Thyself MistakenMagic1516 years 11 months ago
StoryAll Done With Mirrors Silver Spun Sand816 years 11 months ago
StoryLittle Things Bradene216 years 11 months ago
StoryLife's Not Bottled Bradene216 years 11 months ago
StorySeasonal fayre..... cassiopeia116 years 11 months ago
StoryShaking The Winter Blues Bradene216 years 11 months ago
StoryDancing in the Dark Silver Spun Sand1016 years 11 months ago
StoryDumbing Up. Ewan216 years 11 months ago
StoryMoonchild Silver Spun Sand1016 years 12 months ago
StoryDon't Believe in Ghosts ... Silver Spun Sand916 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Gardener Bradene416 years 12 months ago
StoryHappy Hour in Hoboken Ewan416 years 12 months ago
StoryZeitgeist Bradene616 years 12 months ago
StoryFishing Bradene216 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Wedding Photograph Bradene416 years 12 months ago
StoryStone Cold Bradene216 years 12 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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