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StoryBoat Trip ralph011 years 10 months ago
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StoryBlood Meridian ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryBlack Cross ralph111 years 10 months ago
StoryBarcelona or Bust: This weeks newspaper column ralph211 years 10 months ago
StoryBallad of the Broken Strings ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryB: THE SWORDFISH AND SHAVE ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryAt Whipps Cross ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryAt A Disco In Southend ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryAs if Dancing to Basie ralph311 years 10 months ago
StoryArpeggio ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryApril 12th And The Hard Boiled Egg ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryAppetite ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryAnimals ralph511 years 10 months ago
StoryAlex ralph211 years 10 months ago
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StoryAfter Hutton ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryAddiction Diary Number 1 ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryA: WELCOME TO PACIFIC AND MAPLE ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryA Zoo Season ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryA TOWN CALLED BASILDON ralph111 years 10 months ago
StoryA Southside Serenade ralph011 years 10 months ago
StoryA Question Corcerning Daphne ralph411 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Being There

And to be honest, I can’t even remember her name. She was Spanish, that’s for sure. From the islands, or was it Seville? So anyway, I met her at a...

Love is a Verb

You can say the word love until it loses all meaning. I love you this and I love you that. But it is in the doing. The action of the word. A verb at...
Cherry

The Worst Words

If I asked you while the sun fell on our past, sinking beneath a brown and loathing sea, what the worst words were. You would perhaps shrug your...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Peel Park. New Year’s Eve

By the lake the footprint snow cracking as if bird bones. A rat argues with a goose. Who wouldn’t tick this time of day? And I think of the decade...
Cherry

10.28 Breaking

Every September I've gone there. Sometimes it’s been sunny and I’d have cold coffee. All through those times, I couldn’t help myself from looking up...

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