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StoryI;ve waited now the blessing pumadelta09 years 3 months ago
StoryWanna be blues pumadelta29 years 4 months ago
Storyassisted suicide pumadelta29 years 6 months ago
StoryA seed of hope pumadelta09 years 10 months ago
StoryEscape pumadelta29 years 10 months ago
StoryThe coral reef pumadelta39 years 11 months ago
StoryRaymond Male pumadelta210 years 4 days ago
StoryArson pumadelta010 years 1 week ago
StoryThe neighbour from hell pumadelta010 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA winters tale pumadelta010 years 2 weeks ago
StoryRoom-ours pumadelta010 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe moment I knew pumadelta010 years 2 weeks ago
StoryParadise lost pumadelta210 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThis morning pumadelta010 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe sky is grey all day pumadelta210 years 2 weeks ago
StorySelfy pumadelta010 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDrowning in the half light pumadelta210 years 2 weeks ago
Storya peaceful retreat pumadelta010 years 1 month ago
StoryThe world is such a beautiful place pumadelta010 years 1 month ago
Storywhere do you find my love pumadelta010 years 3 months ago
Blog entryEntry to ABC's Winter Competition Closes on Monday! Luke Neima510 years 3 months ago
Storythe morning after pumadelta810 years 3 months ago
Storybattle of the sexes pumadelta010 years 3 months ago
StoryGrowing pains pumadelta210 years 3 months ago
Storybeaver stream pumadelta010 years 4 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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