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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Beneath An Autumn Moon The Poem | skinner_jennifer | 18 | 5 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Move Away, Jimmy Blue | Ewan | 6 | 5 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Don Diego | Ewan | 1 | 5 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Sunday Morning, 3 a.m. | Ewan | 1 | 5 years 1 month ago |
| Story | In the Kush | Ewan | 2 | 5 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Invisible | marandina | 11 | 5 years 2 months ago |
| Story | later | Di_Hard | 14 | 5 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Reckoning | celticman | 10 | 5 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Here is Movement | Ewan | 5 | 5 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Thaw | lenchenelf | 4 | 5 years 4 months ago |
| Story | GLASTONBURY TOR A PERSPECTIVE | skinner_jennifer | 12 | 5 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Mehtab Bagh (Moonlight Garden) | marandina | 23 | 5 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Sooz 8 | celticman | 9 | 5 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Over the Sea to Skye : Moffat Aboard a Puffer (Excerpt from Moffat III) | Ewan | 8 | 5 years 5 months ago |
| Story | The Mythicals - 2: a study of grief | bhi | 6 | 5 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Split Atoms and Broken Suns | bhi | 6 | 5 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Here Lie The Words | onemorething | 8 | 5 years 5 months ago |
| Story | How I Know I'm Damned | lenchenelf | 4 | 5 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Land of the Rising Batter | Ewan | 5 | 5 years 6 months ago |
| Story | the art of loving through frosted glass | bhi | 4 | 5 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Table | lenchenelf | 13 | 5 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Kid | hoalarg1 | 3 | 5 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Four week month | lenchenelf | 5 | 5 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Boxi Market | Ross_Lowe | 23 | 5 years 7 months ago |
| Story | October Retreat | lenchenelf | 1 | 5 years 8 months ago |
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Now Leaving From Platform Sixteen
Poem
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Manneken Pis
A sideways glance doodle.
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Lovely
Posted on Thu, 14 Apr 2016
as the tide's wave on sand; melancholy, joy, breathe in, breathe out.
best regards
Lena xx
Read full commentPosted in Girl with Yellow Wings (Poetry Monthly)
Succint
Posted on Sat, 23 Jan 2016
..and successfully conveys amongst other many other inherent themes, simplicity and complexity of learned motor skills/comfort/autopilot as part of addiction/comfort process (mimes filling and switching on electric kettle) Like,like, like....
Read full commentPosted in Never forget smoking
This..
Posted on Thu, 13 Nov 2014
...'
within the tangled scrim,
a branch snags, and eyes – orbs,
a lethal mix of ambergris
and antonyms
reflect – become
the moon.'
By crikey lovely lass, tha' can conjure dark beauty!...
Read full commentPosted in Night Moves
Lovely surreal soundscape...
Posted on Tue, 02 Sep 2014
... I wondered if you might look at your enjambment and punctuation; consider pace you'd like the reader to follow with eye and heart. Quick review of spelling. All these edits I make too, so not poking at you. :)
best wishes
lena...
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Expressed...
Posted on Sat, 26 Jul 2014
...as milk from a breast with mastitis. Some pains cannot be prepared for, You handled this piece with sensitivity and knowing. A carefully worded build of peer networks and experience relied on, to a point where they cannot go, because all else...
Read full commentPosted in It All Came Out in the Wash
Surprised...
Posted on Tue, 10 Jun 2014
...that this wasn't an editor's choice. You've handled an abhorrent practice with a dry, factual narrative, a voice relating incident as so 'ordinary' as counterpoint to this horror, raising the mostrousity beyond any use of hyperbole.
...
Read full commentPosted in Crime and Punishment
Good write, I shall lay a
Posted on Mon, 02 Jan 2012
Good write, I shall lay a trail of nutmeg, as for Birds of Paradise :-)xRead full commentPosted in I Stand Outside
Gentle trotting rhythm,
Posted on Sat, 31 Dec 2011
Gentle trotting rhythm, warm, melting into the green of ancient woodland :-) Ah, g'wan, I'm an old softy. Happy new year Ewan xxxRead full commentPosted in Raggle Taggle
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