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StoryChocolate Digestives and Everything: Part 1 ralph011 years 10 months ago
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StoryCan Sweeten The Ocean ralph011 years 10 months ago
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StoryBroken (for Roger Mgough) ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryBrighton From The Eye ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryBow. 1998 ralph111 years 10 months ago
StoryBournemouth. Two Weeks Before Christmas ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryBow Boy Blues ralph011 years 10 months ago
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My stories

Cherry

Fork (after Robert Frost)

Five years and I’m back in the middle of this. The lipstick, cocaine traces and cheap tequila are the weapons of her dislocation. She beckons me from...
Cherry

Gloria

The diggers at Black Cross waiting for grief that climbs its reason hilltop bound. Sting of the hot funeral tear, cold rain on wild-red curly hair...
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Cherry

What I Heard in Sharrow Vale

Now then! In December 1950 Pablo Picasso visited Sheffield for a hair cut and some peace. It was as cold as cubism that day at Butlers Café. They say...
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Cherry

Screenshot

What rationale do we have when the sky falls broken blue to a screensaver of Starlings? And I know we are ill at ease. Lost all our mathematics and...
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Linda Blair

Waiting for the bus after ‘ The Exorcist ’ . Your flour caked cheeks, my first scabbed nicks. Then we licked our salty lips, from saveloy and vinegar...

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