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StoryMexican Dad (or Jesus Wis a Car Penter) mark_p22 years 3 months ago
StoryCredit Where Credit's Due mark_p012 years 3 months ago
StoryCity Stanzas -A Sequence mark_p012 years 3 months ago
StoryCassandra Wilson mark_p012 years 3 months ago
StoryAberdeen Beach 1971 mark_p012 years 3 months ago
StoryA girl called Linda Bailey mark_p012 years 3 months ago
StoryA Friend Re-United? mark_p012 years 3 months ago
CollectionUnordered Tales mark_p012 years 3 months ago
CollectionAn Awakened Sense of Self mark_p012 years 3 months ago
CollectionSouled and healed mark_p012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Heart of the City mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StoryMannie mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StoryKid mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Windup Poem mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StoryReverting to Type mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StoryNineteen Ninety Nine mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StoryOne Third of A Life mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StoryLeaving The Old Place mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StoryShredding mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StorySpirit Flickers mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StoryRain mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StorySkin (of an Apple) mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StorySeer mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StoryMidlife mark_p012 years 5 months ago
StoryPortrait of a Dog (Alfie) mark_p012 years 5 months ago

My stories

A Friend Re-United?

A Friend Re-United? Early morning halflight I look for clues scour halfread books listen for whispers in favourite music tangible riffs tangled in memory Entering the room I breathe the dark feel the emptiness wish there was warmth I look for clues hints of mindset when you vanished into roaring silence, breathing the darkness peeling back the years wonder if it?s worth it. Early morning halflight I look for clues scour halfread books listen for whispers in favourite music tangible riffs tangled in memory Entering the room I breathe the dark Feel the emptiness Wish there was warmth I look for clues hints of mindset when you vanished into roaring silence breathing the darkness peeiling back the years wondering if it's worth it.

Hunters and Collectors

Hunters and Collectors Peacock proud and dressed to thrill, Strutting night streets, bold as brass. Trip through light on heels fantastic, Tiredly...

City Stanzas -A Sequence

City Observations

Seer

Poem

Portrait of a Dog (Alfie)

Portrait of a Dog (Alfie) warm body touches my hand eyes- expectant furtive -funny ears prick up at slightest sound head -raised up expectant of...

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