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StoryI;ve waited now the blessing pumadelta010 years 5 months ago
StoryWanna be blues pumadelta210 years 6 months ago
Storyassisted suicide pumadelta210 years 7 months ago
StoryA seed of hope pumadelta011 years 5 days ago
StoryEscape pumadelta211 years 6 days ago
StoryThe coral reef pumadelta311 years 3 weeks ago
StoryRaymond Male pumadelta211 years 1 month ago
StoryArson pumadelta011 years 1 month ago
StoryThe neighbour from hell pumadelta011 years 1 month ago
StoryA winters tale pumadelta011 years 1 month ago
StoryRoom-ours pumadelta011 years 1 month ago
StoryThe moment I knew pumadelta011 years 1 month ago
StoryParadise lost pumadelta211 years 1 month ago
StoryThis morning pumadelta011 years 2 months ago
Storythe sky is grey all day pumadelta211 years 2 months ago
StorySelfy pumadelta011 years 2 months ago
StoryDrowning in the half light pumadelta211 years 2 months ago
Storya peaceful retreat pumadelta011 years 2 months ago
StoryThe world is such a beautiful place pumadelta011 years 2 months ago
Storywhere do you find my love pumadelta011 years 4 months ago
Blog entryEntry to ABC's Winter Competition Closes on Monday! Luke Neima511 years 5 months ago
Storythe morning after pumadelta811 years 5 months ago
Storybattle of the sexes pumadelta011 years 5 months ago
StoryGrowing pains pumadelta211 years 5 months ago
Storybeaver stream pumadelta011 years 5 months ago

My stories

Rendezvous

I said I wanted to do it again words resembling that’s scratchy record in my ear for the first time I wasn’t accustom to the discipline And echoing...

Is love like red wine or Lucozade

I had hands to keep you warm But they wouldn’t stop bleeding I’d caught them on the grater whilst Grating carrots to put in your Greek salad Brought...

the struggle within

The struggle within I have been too held back By this birth this skin, Hiding bruises, scars Blood and sinew. I need to be born again Formed anew in...

I am a migrant

I am a migrant: I’m shackled to my birth; I live day to day From Hand to mouth With no hope for tomorrow; I have not jumped over walls Or climbed...

A meeting of kinds

He became human that day Rubbing shoulders With life’s betrayed and out casts. Lit candles to welcome newcomers Hugged the bi-sexual host And kissed...

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