Di_Hard

Primary tabs

TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryThe Dead Man's Garden Jane Hyphen129 years 2 months ago
StoryHorrible Goblins well-wisher29 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Bakers Dozen well-wisher29 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Mouse Prince well-wisher29 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Prince And The Poisoned Jewel well-wisher49 years 2 months ago
StoryStephen And The Star-Stealer well-wisher19 years 2 months ago
StoryHeatwave Ewan119 years 2 months ago
StoryNight-flying in North Wales Philip Sidney189 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Lookout Boy fatboy74129 years 2 months ago
StoryIsland People Ewan39 years 2 months ago
StoryWhere is the Genius? Ewan19 years 2 months ago
StoryFlamingo Tango well-wisher19 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Box Of Song well-wisher29 years 2 months ago
StoryShoelaces insertponceyfre...189 years 2 months ago
StoryBanshee Blues Philip Sidney119 years 2 months ago
StoryKuini Takes a Break Philip Sidney109 years 2 months ago
StoryTyger Fire well-wisher19 years 3 months ago
StoryHip Replacement Update skinner_jennifer199 years 3 months ago
StoryAlfie's Alphabet Book - Part 1 well-wisher39 years 3 months ago
StoryGlobal Warning well-wisher29 years 3 months ago
StoryCondoms for Cornwall - a short monologue MJG209 years 3 months ago
StoryThey Ewan49 years 3 months ago
StoryI'm Going Through Changes skinner_jennifer189 years 3 months ago

Pages

2367 of my comments have received 2477 Great Feedback votes

1 Vote

Where you jolt from boring

Posted on Mon, 25 Feb 2013

Where you jolt from boring black and white of papers at meetings to the black and white of badgers, and then sheer off into emotion and thinking about what it left behind, is powerful. Even as you are longing to get back to your own life as...

Read full comment

Posted in Flat Badger

1 Vote

Has the sound of waves coming

Posted on Wed, 23 Aug 2017

Has the sound of waves coming in. Beautiful

Read full comment

Posted in Eliza

1 Vote

I remember meeting my great

Posted on Tue, 13 May 2014

I remember meeting my great uncle who fought in the first world war, he had to wear a special boot as his foot had been mangled. Your poem brought this back to me so strongly - he loved birds too, though it was the wild ones. The feeling of them...

Read full comment

Posted in The Lookout Boy

Pages