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StoryBone-craft Stickleback06 months 9 hours ago
StoryMr. Feeney's Birthday Party Stickleback01 year 5 months ago
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StoryAt Small Heath Station Stickleback01 year 9 months ago
StoryLighting Candles for the Lost Stickleback01 year 10 months ago
StoryHeart of Oak (I) Stickleback01 year 10 months ago
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StoryHermit Stickleback01 year 10 months ago
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StoryOn the Famine Ridges, Garrafrauns, County Galway Stickleback01 year 10 months ago
StoryLanding Mackerel on the Pier Head at Portmagee Stickleback11 year 10 months ago
StorySpring Well Stickleback21 year 10 months ago
StoryNo Moses Child Stickleback11 year 10 months ago
StorySemaphore Stickleback11 year 10 months ago
StoryBack the Strand Stickleback01 year 10 months ago
StoryOne Driver Escaped Uninjured Stickleback31 year 10 months ago
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StoryElephant Song Stickleback51 year 10 months ago
StoryJourney to Minneapolis Stickleback21 year 10 months ago
StorySweet Thing Stickleback21 year 10 months ago
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My stories

At Small Heath Station

These walls now scored with scratch-black graffiti Hide robot metal eyes which peer along the tracks And dance to the hinge-song of a gate, cast iron...

Lighting Candles for the Lost

Lighting Candles for the Lost Making stations near main-line stations On my knees in contemplation Of angular sanctuaries. Overhead gantries Seeking...

Heart of Oak (II)

Heart of Oak (II) They came and laid the forest bare Each proud tree rent from the air That leafy shelter once the hood Torn from the face of that...

Heart of Oak (I)

Heart of Oak (I) Leaves have fallen and covered The trees caress on the barren soil Hard bitten winter has smothered The gift of life, a summers toil...

Hermit

Hermit Tide alone is what moves us Refuge to which need must recourse Trapping the day out with a hard skin Carapace of remorse Driven hard and soft...

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