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StoryBow. 1998 ralph110 years 9 months ago
StoryBournemouth. Two Weeks Before Christmas ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryBow Boy Blues ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryBosnian Teenager ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryBoat Trip ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryBlue Afternoon In Bethnal Green ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryBlow ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryBlow ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryBlood Meridian ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryBlack Cross ralph110 years 9 months ago
StoryBarcelona or Bust: This weeks newspaper column ralph210 years 9 months ago
StoryBallad of the Broken Strings ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryB: THE SWORDFISH AND SHAVE ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryAt Whipps Cross ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryAt A Disco In Southend ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryAs if Dancing to Basie ralph310 years 9 months ago
StoryArpeggio ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryApril 12th And The Hard Boiled Egg ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryAppetite ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryAnimals ralph510 years 9 months ago
StoryAlex ralph210 years 9 months ago
StoryAlex ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryAfter Hutton ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryAddiction Diary Number 1 ralph010 years 9 months ago
StoryA: WELCOME TO PACIFIC AND MAPLE ralph010 years 9 months ago

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Poem of the week

Nineteen and the Mermaids

By ralph on Thu, 02 Jul 2020

Found after a storm by a walker out on his own after a Christmas lunch for one, was a sand letter and three pairs of clogs which were in truth...
Unclassified
Poem
Certificate U

Begging’s Not My Business

By ralph on Fri, 26 Jun 2020

Coins in her pillow case. Perhaps with current inflation this was the new rate that tooth fairies dispense. Downstairs in the kitchen, she heard the...
Unclassified
Poem
Certificate 15
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Come Sunday

By ralph on Wed, 24 Jun 2020

While you scrubbed your kitchen on Sunday morning Methamphetamine an old woman tapped at your door. She’d moved here yesterday and had made you a pie...
Horror
Poem
Certificate PG
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To Recover

By ralph on Wed, 17 Jun 2020

There were no truths in bruised boots and jangled guitars. In hindsight, he should have known that he would not travel so far. His affectations of...
Spiritual
Poem
Certificate U
1 likes

Home

By ralph on Thu, 11 Jun 2020

​ She found it by her pillow. Perhaps with inflation this was the new rate that tooth fairies dispense. Downstairs, she heard old frying pans. “I’d...
Drama
Poem
Certificate U

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